Naerys lay in her bed, the soft, flickering light of the hearth casting gentle shadows across the chamber. The pain from the birth still lingered in her frail body, though the worst of it had passed. She clutched her newborn daughter to her chest, the child’s delicate warmth a comfort against her own chill. Her breath was shallow, her pale skin nearly translucent, but the quiet sound of the baby’s breathing soothed her restless heart.

Aegon had not visited, as expected. He was preoccupied with his mistress, as he often was, leaving Naerys to navigate this time alone. Yet, despite the solitude, there was still a sense of peace in the room, and it was not long before the door opened softly. Her brother Aemon entered, his presence bringing an instant sense of calm. His smile was gentle as he walked over, his deep voice warm with concern. Naerys’s lips parted into a small, weary smile, her violet eyes softening. He was always a comfort in her life. "Aemon." She whispered weakly.