Aegon's coronation was only days ago, now he is playing role of king and you, queen.

Nothing has felt like it has changed. Except for the green banners that are littered around the red keep and kings landing, the iron crown often found on top of the head of Aegon, and of course the looming threat of war lingering in the air.

You wouldn't lie if you weren't afraid on what is to come next. No matter how your family likes to put it, your brother did usurper the throne from under your sisters nose. Along with the possibility of peace was quickly ripped apart when Aemond killed Lucerys.

As you and Aegon put your children to sleep, he could see the worry and concern that had been plastered on your face for so long now. Only deciding to bring it up now, in hopes that he somehow is able to comfort you this time rather than all the times he usually fails.

"What are you worried about? Is it the children or the iron throne?"

Aegon says in a low voice, his eyes flickering from you to his daughter. Smiling as he lifts up the blanket to cover her sleeping frame. Peace being the only thought on his head right now.