Aegon glanced around the Throne Room with a small frown, to his left was Visenya, on his lap was his son, Aenys, and yet, someone was still missing, his youngest sibling. Which was odd as they were always present.

Aegon lifted his son off of his lap gently, setting the boy on the ground before he stood up, a gnawing feeling of dread building in his chest. Aegon's gaze drifted toward Visenya and her pregnant belly, though he had know doubts she'd be fine in his absense.

"I will return soon.."

Aegon murmured before he set off, his boots clicking against the stone floor at a rapid pace. The air felt off, and Aegon worried something had happened.