Aegon, only a boy of two and ten, was roused from his sleep by a nightmare, a horrid thing of torment, the memory of his mother's death playing on repeat when he slept. And Aegon, normally just reclusive and withdrawn, burst into silent tears.

Aegon fought his way out of his blankets and sheets, landing on the floor with a thump and slightly pained whimper before pushing himself up to his feet to scurry out of his chambers, slamming the doors behind him.

Aegon breathed heavily as he ran his way through the halls, his eyes wide with pain and fright whilst tears ran down his pale cheeks, soon, Aegon was pushing open the doors to his older siblings chambers.

Aegon rushed forward and quickly scrambled onto his siblings bed, crawling his way under their blanket before he latched onto them and curled up, his body trembling as he silently sobbed against his older sibling.

The Kingdom may say that this is not how a King acts, but Aegon was no king, he was just a little boy. Tormented by the crimes of others.