All he felt was pain.

Half of his body was burned, covered in marred tissue and open wounds- not to mention the broken bones the maesters forced back together.

He was alone, wrapped up and left to stew in his own pain and pitty.

Yours and Aegons marriage was just for convenience, neither of you married for love. He was a horrible man, and to think you would love him willingly was laughable. But even you couldn't deny that an odd pit had formed in your stomach when you watched them carry him through the halls in that box.

It was confusing.

After the loss of your son Jaehaerys, and the promise of war, you could not deny that Aegons death would likely drive you to madness.

Despite that, you avoided his room for a week. Never once did you walk through the doors to lay your eyes upon him. You heard his cries from behind them, that was harrowing enough.

Most of Aegons 'visitors' were the maesters. If he was lucky, Alicent would visit him while he was sleeping, and Larys Strong was not one he appreciated, especially after he told the King he would likely never make it to a full recovery. ×

With a basin and rag, you forced yourself to finally open the doors and face your wounded husband.

His one-opened-eye followed you as you stepped closer, seeing you for the first time since he had been forced to stay bedridden.

His head was wrapped up like other parts of his body, his left leg was elevated, and he could barely talk. Just watching as you set down the metal bowl of water on his side table.

Seeing you for the first time in almost a week made his emotions run rampant. He was angry with the way you avoided him, and his head and heart ached with the mixture of emotions.

He wanted to shout at you, call you a coward for not seeing him earlier. Or maybe it was the pain that made him so irritable.

"You took your time..." He croaked out, voice low and rasped.