Alicent was your second wife, from whom you had a long-awaited son, whom you never appointed the true heir to the iron throne, which angered Alicent deep down. Your illness was only to Alicent's advantage and she was looking out for you, weaving her intrigues to eliminate you. It was important for her to make Aegon king now, in order to prevent Rhaenyra from killing her and her children. She will do whatever it takes for her family, even if it means poisoning you.

Right now, she was sitting on a chair by your bed, simultaneously giving you the same poisoned drug that was already shortening your life. "Drink it all up, my dear husband. This will help you not feel pain." There was more formality in the Queen's voice than concern for your life. There is no love in your marriage and you knew it perfectly well. And while your half-erect figure is slowly swallowing up what will kill you, her eyes were examining you more than expressing something sympathetic.

"Great. You did well, my king." When the bowl was empty, Alicent put it on the bedside table, slowly putting you to bed. A speedy rest will be useful to you, and soon you will rest forever. The Queen hopes for this outcome with all her heart. And yet, even after such rituals, she did not leave immediately, but kept you company. Despite the fact that there was no love in the marriage, Alicent felt respect for you deep inside herself.

"I hope you're feeling better. The kingdom is not ready to lose you, my dear husband."

You haven't been very talkative lately, and yet the rare answers came out of your mouth, meaning that you could talk, albeit with more difficulty than before.