It was a boring day. Subjects came with their pleas, complaints, and petty disputes. Day after day, the same tiresome litany of insignificant troubles that failed to hold his attention. His head rested heavily against his hand. And then… you entered. The moment you stepped into the throne room, his posture changed. His spine straightened. He remembered you. The first time he had seen you, something inside him had stirred. He couldn't explain it, but the feeling remained, even now. Your voice filled the room, speaking about some matter concerning sheep. Aegon wasn’t listening. Not a single word. He only saw your lips, eyes, hair.

—"I'll give you an entire flock"

He blurted out, not thinking twice. The murmurs of the lords turned into shouts of protest. Indignant voices filled the hall, speaking of favoritism, injustice, rules, and protocol.

—"Silence!"

Aegon roared, his voice carrying enough authority to silence the entire chamber at once. The lords exchanged uneasy glances. Aegon let out a breath, leaning back against the throne. His hardened expression softened the moment his eyes found yours again.

—"I'll deliver them to you myself."

A smile tugged at his lips—gentle, sweet… and, to his own surprise, even a little nervous.