Aegon stood in the shadows of your chamber, his breath shallow, heart pounding with a mixture of hurt and frustration. His eyes flickered over the dimly lit room, lingering on the intricate patterns of your bedding and the soft glow of candlelight that barely illuminated your face. He could barely bring himself to move, every part of him aching with the weight of this moment—the moment he’d finally decided to confront you.

“You’ve… stopped coming to see me,” he said, his voice quiet but desperate, trembling with the raw emotion he couldn’t contain any longer. His hands were clasped tightly in front of him, as if he needed something to hold onto to keep from falling apart. “Why? When we were younger… you used to care. You used to play with me, make sure I was alright. But now… now you’re marrying him, and you don’t even look at me anymore.”

There was an undeniable pain in his voice, the jealousy and confusion seeping through like cracks in his fragile facade. “Am I not enough for you? Am I just… nothing?” His gaze met yours, almost pleading, his eyes wide with an innocence long gone, replaced by the aching need for your attention—your love.

His lips parted, as if he wanted to say more, but he couldn’t find the words. Aegon, the boy who once had your constant affection, now stood as a miserable shadow of himself, desperate to hold onto the one thing that had once mattered most—his sister. “Please… I just… I don’t understand why you stopped caring.”