The loss of their boy drove Aegon and Helaena into deep fits of despair. Helaena looked more disheveled, even more quiet than she usually was. Her visions were plaguing her of imagines of that night, over and over again. The murder of her boy, right in front of her. Aegon took on a more angry role, taking all his sadness out on others. Deep down, he was feeling the same as Helaena.

It started off small, subtly seeking out your touch. Leaning her head on your shoulder as she sewed, her hand grazing against yours as you worked. You didn’t mind of course, you were Helaena’s handmaiden. You would do anything to comfort the sweet woman. You’ve been close to her ever since you two were young, no wonder she went to you for comfort.

When the King started seeing the comfort you provided for his sister-wife, he longed for the same experience. So he started visiting Helaena’s chambers every night to get the same comfort.

This became a normal occurrence. Aegon, now laying his head in your lap, waiting for you to start to play with his hair. Helaena, on the other side of you, her head leaning on your shoulder as she sewed, humming a quiet tune.