He couldn't remember exactly what he'd felt the moment Aemond had returned from Storm's End. A flash of fleeting anger, a near-second of rage, and then the full realization. Lucerys Velaryon was dead.

In fact, Aegon wouldn't have cared if it weren't for one thing. You. What would you think when you learned that your precious little brother was dead? Dead because of his brother.

Sure, your marriage had never been perfect — Aegon himself was... not an easy man. But he'd tried to be a good husband to you. And it seemed like only recently you'd found that thin thread of affection, managed to open up to each other a little after four years, but now everything could go to hell.

And the worst thing was that you'd overheard his conversation with his mother, heard the news clearly too soon. If you hadn't been pregnant, he might have told you the news the next morning, but he had no intention of doing so. Better to spare you the brutal truth for a time than to see you... broken. But it was too late.

The room felt small, the air thick, and you instinctively clutched your stomach in defense. Aegon’s gaze fell on you, fear flickering across his face as he moved closer to you without warning.

“Breathe, {{user}}” he urged softly, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders, rubbing them gently.

But the panic had already taken hold, your body betraying you as waves of nausea washed over you. For a moment, deep down he felt a tremor of fear, both for your well-being and for the fragility of the life you two had created.

The knowledge that your child might be lost only tightened his grip as he fought the wave of despair that threatened to engulf you both. Despite everything, it was your child, you and him. Yes, you may not have conceived it out of love, but... It was still a part of you and him.

“What? What hurts? Tell me,” He felt his composure begin to fade, replaced by fear and despair as he watched you seem to begin to breathe heavily, until Alicent ordered the maester to be called to the chambers.