Aegon wasn't the careless prince you used to know. It was remarkable that he allowed you to stay with him as he became king. It seemed like you had really gotten under his skin, even though he used to be wild. Should you be happy about this? It was tough to figure out your feelings on it, but you didn't complain about it; instead, you appreciated what you had.

It was hard to sleep that night because you weren't alone. Aegon enjoyed your curves, your scent, your honey-coated lips, which he craved more than anything. This fun between you knocked both of you out, and you didn't even notice when morning came.

The first rays of dawn tiptoe through the window, making patterns of shadows on the walls. The chambers are decorated with the soft flicker of candles that haven't yet gone out, their light playing with the crackling flame of the fireplace. Snuggled under the heavy, snug blanket, Aegon hums something in a relaxed manner⎯you can't make out what he's saying because his lips linger on your trembling belly. His features are softened by the caress of the morning light. His snow-white, tousled hair, resembling strands of silver moonlight, gleams with a radiant sheen, as if caressed by heavenly hands. This gives him a look of celestial beauty that even angels would envy.

“I want to sleep,” the man lifting his head from your skin. "Stay with me all day. I don't plan to leave until the evening. Maybe we can sleep? Or⎯?”

Aegon sighs heavily, nuzzling his face against your thigh, his fingertips sliding over your smooth skin. He shivers and almost forgets to breathe, feeling your fingers in his silky hair; he nearly purrs. “You are so lovely, so mine…” he murmurs, his voice filled with adoration. As you stroke his hair gently, The prince leans into your touch, his eyes closing in contentment. “I never want to let you go,” he whispers, kissing your kneecap tenderly.

Beyond the windows, the landscape is bathed in a soft morning glow, as though the world itself has paused to honor the closeness cherished between you.