Twilight tinged the walls of King's Landing with shades of orange and purple, while the private hall where you were seemed more like an island of calm in the middle of the castle.

Aegon was sitting in an armchair near the window, his shoulders slumped and his gaze distant, lost in the darkening sky. Next to him was a half-full wine goblet, forgotten.

You approached slowly, holding a warm blanket in your hands, and sat down on the floor beside him. Without saying a word, you wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, enveloping him in a silent embrace.

He didn't resist. He remained motionless for a while, accepting the simple gesture you offered, a silent comfort he didn't know how to ask for, but needed.

"Is it hard today?" you asked softly, without pressure.

He just nodded, his voice weak: "It always seems hard."

You rested your head on his shoulder and stayed there, sharing a silence that said more than words.

In that moment, far from the ghosts of the past and the shadows of the court, you were just two tired beings, seeking peace in each other.

And even though Aegon didn't say much, in that embrace he said everything.