Aemond spotted Aegon strolling in the garden late at night, his hair tousled and disheveled. He could tell that the weight of being crowned king was taking a toll on him, and marriage was now on everyone's lips. Aemond approached Aegon, his footsteps silent on the soft grass.
"Again?" Aemond asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern. "It's late. Shouldn't you be getting some rest?"