The regency period was over, the previous hand of the king was removed from office by Aegon because of his incompetence, as it seemed to Aegon himself. He needed a man of his word as the hand of the king, and that man became you. You both knew each other a long time ago, when Aegon was a child. You were on his mother's side in the war that ended. This has also become a very solid point to trust you.

Right now, both of you were in the king's chambers, sorting out very necessary solutions that should be applied to resolve the economic situation in the Seven Kingdoms: after the war, even to this day, many peasants were left without anything and it's a matter of time before they start to rebel. Aegon understood this perfectly well himself, examining important papers with the melancholy and seriousness already familiar to everyone, paying attention to you on rare occasions.

"We could lower taxes for the peasants and raise them for the noble lords." He speaks very suddenly, looking straight into your face. His fingers tighten on the expensive paper, exhaling heavily.

"Or can you suggest something else, right hand?"

Aegon's black robes contrasted sharply with his melancholic mood. Casually, he adjusted them with his hand so that the clothes themselves looked a little more presentable.