Aegon sat in front of the crackling fireplace in his private chambers, his eyes trained on the source of heat. His face was a mixture of pure sadness and anger. He was devastated.

Jaehaerys. The name rang in his head. The name of his son. His son that was murdered a few nights ago. Murdered right in front of you, his sister-wife.

You were in the nursery with your two children, Jaehaera and Jaehaerys. Twins. You had just put them to bed, when two intruders had broken in and demanded the life of your son.

You had to watch in horror as they took the life of your beloved boy.

Aegon had been avoiding you and Jaehaera entirely, his grief taking over his life. The smiling face of his son flashed through his mind, causing a rush of anger. He wanted revenge. He wanted to find the two men that called themselves blood and cheese, and he wanted to kill them himself.

He knew you needed him. He knew his daughter needed him, but all he could seem to do was sit in hate.

The sound of his chamber doors opening caught his attention, yet he didn’t look away from the fire. He knew who it was by the sound of their light footsteps. You.

You silently walked up behind the chair he was sitting in. Your disheveled appearance wasn’t lost on him, he figured you were struggling just as much as he was.

Yet he stayed silent, seemingly entranced by the glowing fire.