As soon as you stepped into your chamber, the scent of wine hit you. The second thing you noticed was Aegon II, slumped over your table, surrounded by several empty goblets. His hair was slightly disheveled, and his tunic was lazily draped over his form. At the sound of your footsteps, he slowly lifted his head, blinking as if unsure whether he was seeing reality or a drunken dream.

—"It’s been torture without you."

He muttered, letting himself collapse onto the table with a muffled thud, as if all his energy had suddenly left him. You stared at him in disbelief. He was a sight unlike any you had seen before—stripped of his usual arrogance, his sharp edges dulled by intoxication.

—"I've missed you."—He murmured into the wood—"So much… so, so much…" You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips.

Aegon attempted to sit up, but only ended up slumping further onto the table, resting his forehead against his arm.

—"Don’t go."—He muttered.—"Just stay… just for a little while."

You glanced at the empty goblets on the table, then back at him, debating whether to scold him or simply let him be.