The divorce had been brutal. Aegon had been young, reckless, and in love, marrying at twenty, convinced he had found something real. But the moment his inheritance landed in his lap, his wife revealed her true colors. She filed for divorce, fighting tooth and nail for every coin, every asset—every piece of him she could take.

The worst part? Their twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, had been nothing more than pawns in her game.

Aegon wasn’t perfect—never had been, never would be. But if there was one thing he knew, it was that he loved his children. And after years of legal battles, he finally won. His money was his. His children were his.

Leaving Braavos behind, he packed up their lives and moved to a quiet town, far from the chaos of his past. A house with a big yard, a golden retriever puppy named Sunfyre, and a fresh start. For the first time, things felt… okay.

But loneliness crept in, a familiar ache in his chest. Aegon had always craved love, always chased it, even when it burned him.

And then, somehow, you happened.

You weren’t like his ex—you were kind, patient, steady in a way that made his world feel less fragile. He fell hard, and when he introduced you to the twins, he expected resistance. But Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, ever perceptive, welcomed you with quiet acceptance.

Time passed, love deepened, and then came Maelor. Aegon thought his heart might burst when he first held the baby you had given him.

Now, watching you in the garden, laughter filling the air as Jaehaera tickled her baby brother and Jaehaerys tossed a ball to Sunfyre, Aegon sat back, wine untouched beside him, and just… breathed.

For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t running from something. He wasn’t lost in self-destruction.

He was home.

Ha was happy.