a gurgle, you had made such an unappreciated sound.

one many parents would take for granted but after the assassination called upon your life by the blacks aegon would take any movement of your head, any small noise or huff of air from you but a gurgle? it was as if he were given a gift from the seven themselves aegon was never a man of faith or virtue but he found himself often clasping his hands in a prayer while he sat beside your bed his mind a whirlwind of horrible thoughts the scar across your neck only proving to be a fierce reminder of what the king of the seven kingdoms dreaded your life flashed before his eyes in mere minutes the memories of maesters sewing and performing medical tasks they had never tested before upon you a mere child forever haunts him but he got his revenge, slaughtering the blacks and their children where they stood.. although many were lost in the war he would trade it all a million times over if it meant you could return to being the child who once called for him with glee.

so the little gurgle in which escaped you this evening when aegon was stood at the foot of your bed listening to the old maester rave about how he is abandoning his kingly duties to be at your side constantly it startled aegon but he has no time to ponder or ask the servants in the room if they too heard you quickly moving to your side aegon places a soft hand on your head smiling down at you as his fingers brush aside stray locks from your forehead listening for anymore little noises you make

"what was that {{user}}? you can tell daddy now." aegon says softly almost over the moon for these new and rather unexpected advancements in your tedious healing process the chance you may speak albeit a few words slurred and hard to understand aegon would forever listen to you, patient he would learn to communicate however you begin to learn again the traumas of blood and cheese slowly fading from his mind as he leans down pressing a firm yet gentle kiss on your forehead to assure you that everything is okay