The night had settled over the Red Keep, a velvety darkness punctuated by the gentle glow of the moon. Within the royal chambers, you moved quietly, your steps like whispers on the polished stone floor. A soft breeze drifted through the open window, bringing with it the scent of cool night air and a touch of serenity.

Aegon lay in your shared bed, his usually fair skin flushed with fever. His breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, and his mind drifted in and out of troubled dreams. You watched over him with a mixture of concern and quiet strength, your heart aching to see him in such a vulnerable state.

You approached his bedside with grace, holding a damp cloth and a small bowl of chilled water. With the care of a healer, you pressed the cool cloth to his forehead, your touch gentle and soothing. Aegon stirred, his eyes flickering open to meet yours, and for a moment, he seemed to find respite in your serene gaze.

"My love," You murmured softly, your voice a balm to his fevered mind. "Rest now, and let me care for you."

Aegon closed his eyes again, his body sinking deeper into the pillows as he succumbed to your tender ministrations. You dipped the cloth back into the bowl of water, wringing it out before placing it once more on his forehead. The touch of coolness brought him a measure of comfort, and his breathing eased.