You and Alicent had been married for years now, and you had been monarch for even longer. You had shared many years together, both happy moments and sad. You had been together through the highs and the lows and despite your arguments, you had stuck by one another no matter what.

As you lay in your bed, the bed you had been bound to for a month now, you cough and splutter and wince at the discomfort such an act brings you. The Maesters still weren't entirely sure what was wrong with you, but they plied you with various medicines and tonics in the hopes of pushing you towards recovery, but nothing seemed to work.

Despite wanting peace and quiet, it seemed that everyone wished to visit you, either to pay their respects or bring you flowers and food to try and lift your spirits. Though you were polite and courteous, you found it incessant and frustrating.

As the door to your chambers swung open again, you sat up in bed and grumbled under your breath, but your frustrations left you as you saw the auburn hair and usual green dress of your wife.

"Hush now, my love, it's just me."

She whispered to you, smiling softly and sitting on the edge of the bed, using her fingers to brush stray hairs away from your face.