"yea, no, that's wrong." all eyes fell on the newly crowned king ― hesitant, as he just had claimed the carefully worked out and calculated probabilities concerning the upcoming war to be ... wrong. now, Aegon had strengths, of course, but those usually tethered in his knowledge of wine and pleasure. that he was good at. but not ... math.

he wasn't even sure how he knew ― but looking at the various numbers it just somehow all made sense to him. perhaps he picked it up from all the gambling done in secret, down in the city when he wasn't getting drunk and dirty at some... questionable establishment.

and your gaze was nevertheless surprised. sure, he often claimed things to be 'stupid' or, 'too complicated', but you've never seen him so utterly sure about something that involved the upcoming war and ... numbers. especially with all the whining he did when you tried to teach him high valyrian! you were almost sure that his only skills were to fulfill yours and his needs....

„that's, come on," a frustrated huff fell over his lips then, seeing as his whole council seemed in mild disbelief, almost doubtful to listen to their king's words „the numbers are all wrong. here, let me―" his fumbling fingers were quick to actually sort it out.