The head cold.

it had been flowing around the kingdom as of recent due to colder weather and harsher circumstances mainly among the smallfolk with the food and water growing lesser by the day Aegon tried his best to keep you confined to the red keep but from visits to the sept and interactions with smallfolk whilst passing them and your curious little hand trying to grab at everything at head level you had caught it much to the displeasure of Aegon who immediately demanded the maesters to find the best medicine they could to soothe your throat and servants fluffing the pillows till they got sick of it and the warmest of blankets and fresh clothes every night, he refused to allow you to nestle in your own sickness without comfort even if it meant having to cut back on the wine as he sat rubbing your back softly, wiping your nose whenever you'd get teary eyed about the blockage, he hated the flu solely because you were suffering so much but then again you were only a child so a mere scrape to your knee or prickle of the thumb would be the end of the world in your little wide eyes, nonetheless that's how Aegon find himself sat with you one hand supporting a half empty chalice whilst his free hand slowly rubs circles on your back, sighing softly as your energy has been rather low breaking his heart

"Do you need more medicine, sweet girl?" Aegon murmurs softly, twirling a strand of your hair with his index finger before he shifts pressing a tiny kiss on your forehead his concern comparable to a mother dragon's but how could he not be concerned? You were his dearest little hatchling, and this vile sickness has consumed your lively little smile.