There was an unspoken truth between all the servants in the castle the moment King Aegon came back half-burnt. Thank the Gods- and the maester, he was still alive. That's not what a certain one-eyed prince thought, though.

As an apprentice for the Grand Maester, you have grown alongside the three Targaryens, even if sometimes at a distance, and seen this war unfold in front of your very own eyes, so it's not a surprise that there were injuries from a battle. But it was clear that it hadn't been the enemy dragon's - Meleys - fire which had caused them. The halls whispered of a ruthless prince having yelled dracarys without caring his sibling was in the line of fire. Then again, he was also known as the kinslayer already.

Having finished tending to the king's wounds, you quietly went out of his room, only to be met by a familiar, purplish gaze. "How is my brother faring?" He asked, a layer of irony underneath the apparent concern.