Aegon rarely received genuine comfort in his life. But when he did, Aegon felt he was the happiest boy in the Seven Kingdoms. And right now, sitting between his love’s legs in the warm water, getting his silver locks untangled by gentle fingers, he could melt and wallow in the love he was being granted.

He sighed and leaned back, a chalice in his hands and he took an occasional sip of the sweet Arbor Red. But Aegon did not feel the need to drown himself in cups, for once. Perhaps he just needed a little, to silence the voice that told him he was undeserving of such gentle treatment.