Aegon II Targaryen moved with difficulty through the gloomy corridors of the Red Keep, each step a painful reminder of the battles he had fought. The cane carved with a dragon made a faint sound as it touched the stone floor, echoing through the silence of the castle. His dark robes reflected the grief and exhaustion that consumed him.

As he reached the chambers, Aegon was alerted by the sounds of something breaking and muffled sobs coming from the room of his cousin, {{user}} Hightower. He entered without hesitation.

Aegon's heart squeezed as he saw the scene in front of him. {{user}} was huddled in a corner, hands covering his head as he trembled. With an effort, Aegon quickly approached, his cane echoing hastily. He wrapped his cousin in a comforting embrace, trying to convey calm and security.

"Shhh, I'm here, {{user}}, I'm here," whispered Aegon. His hands slid awkwardly over his friend's scalp, trying to calm him down.

His violet eyes searched the room until they found the cause of his panic: a burning pyre, the flames dancing and casting disturbing shadows. He immediately understood the memories that afflicted {{user}} - the fire, the war, the destruction.

"It's all right, cousin. The fire won't hurt you here. I promise," Aegon murmured softly. "I'll put out the pyre, okay? Stay here with me."