The room smelled of jasmine and candle smoke. The thin curtains moved slightly with the night breeze coming in through the open balcony, and outside, the wings of Meraxes and Vhagar were just sleeping shadows on the hilltop.

You were lying between them. The light sheet covered your waist, and your body still carried the warmth of their presence, like embers that don't go out right away. Rhaenys' hair was spread across her chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on her skin as if painting silence with affection. She took deep breaths from time to time, as if every moment by her side was too precious to pass quickly.

On the other side, Visenya sat on the bed, calmly arranging her hair. Her naked body still glowed in the orange candlelight, and her cold eyes now seemed softer, observing everything with that steady silence that was hers alone. When she finished tying her silver strands with the dark ribbon, she looked at you with a brief nod, a subtle gesture, but one that, coming from her, was almost a caress.

Aegon was standing near the foot of the bed, already partially dressed in his robe. His gaze swept over you and your sisters, as if he were devoutly recording that image. He approached slowly, without haste, and bent down to kiss your shoulder reverently, his rough beard lightly brushing your skin. Then he adjusted the blanket over you, with the care of someone protecting something sacred.