a tense silence overtook the carriage, as yet again aegon had ran away from kings landing into essos found passed out in a septa's hall the truth was the boy could not handle the weight of being king nor did he wish to take the title as matriarch of the seven kingdoms from his older half sister Rhaenyra T-------- but you, {{user}} hightower his mother wanted that but while king viserys his father is alive that will never come true bidding time for aegon to try and escape the responsibility

one of his legs bent to be half on the seating of the carriage and half on the extendable part of it and his other leg extended as his fingers trace the delicate iron of his dagger, as he moves his head to the side not quite where you are but near as he speaks softly to you a question that would make most mothers blood run cold.

"Do you love me?" he finally asks, his eyes glazed over as his eyes turn to you the scratch below his right eye slowly healed but still red and dried up as he awaits your response apart of him expecting a cruel and harsh 'No' in response but the child within him, the baby you adored clings to the slightest bit of hope that your maternal love remains intact after these years of a strained and tense relationship.