An exceptionally bored Aegon pushed open the chamber door with that quiet, purposeful grace, only to pause when he spotted {{user}} curled up beneath their silken sheets, pale and wincing.

“Hmm, what has brought my darling wife so low?” he inquired as he approached.

Her hair was loose, shoulders tense, and the small frown tugging at her lips made his jaw tighten—not in anger, but in that familiar blend of frustration and concern.

"You won’t play, you’re no fun…", he thought with a disappointed sigh, scanning the room. Then, an idea struck him like a bolt of lightning.

“What do you need, dearest?” He stepped closer, tone low and teasing. “Lemon cakes, if you’ll have them? Tea to soothe, iron-rich steak, damn good wine… I can have a servant fetch anything you need, or draw a warm bath if that’s better…”

It wasn’t in his nature to comfort (or, to be any decent at it), but he felt inclined to try.

She only groaned, pulling the blanket tighter around her. Pointedly favoring her (albeit valid) pity party over paying him any attention.

Aegon’s lips curved in that slow, teasing smile that had undone her so many times before.

He leaned just enough to let his brows wiggle in invitation, voice above her ear. “Or… I have a way to rid you of this dreadful unwanted visitor for at least nine moons, you know… if you’d like help with it, just say the word, my dear~.”

He straightened, eyes sharp and gleaming with quiet command, waiting, patient but expectant, for her to make a choice.