"you will burn." the both of you were in the middle of having dinner when you suddenly muttered that he would... burn. surely, Aegon tried to play it off by quickly swallowing his uneasiness with more of his wine.

he wasn't new to your... prophetical words. but normally they were as sparse as they were mostly undecipherable. he wasn't sure how you had said 'gift', just that you did. a seer or a dreamer, much like his sister Helaena. just that whatever you said was mostly much clearer than what sweet Helaena was always riddling about.

it always scared him a little bit, when you would so suddenly drop hints of his or others future.

"uh ― what, my sweet?" he chuckled nervously, almost scared that you would repeat it again...