The moment Aegon returned between life and death from Rook's Rest, you knew it was his fault. You didn't need to hear the rumors to be certain that Aemond had purposely burned your husband with his dragon.

He was a tyrant who had now discovered the power of the crown by being named Prince Regent. Aegon at least was easily manipulated and controlled, unlike the one-eyed prince, who was an uncontrollable force of nature and would rule according to his own will.

The door to the room where your brother-husband now stayed opened, and you were faced with the scene of him being guided by Maester Orwyle as he tried to take a few difficult steps that made him wince and groan in pain. Your heart ached for your brother's condition, his face deformed on one side, his legs practically crippled, he would never be the same again. Larys encouraged him as he struggled, no matter how painful the process was, he had to try, he had to succeed, because this was the only way he could regain power and oppose Aemond.

One more step and his knees gave out, you ran towards him, placing your hands on his chest, holding him. "I can't... I can't..." he protested weakly, the expression on his face making a lump form in your throat.

"Alright, I think that's enough for today." You said, your voice full of sympathy and concern as you helped the maester carry him back to bed, trying to make him as comfortable as possible. You sat down next to him, taking his hand in both of yours, a small smile crackling on your lips, trying to bring some comfort. "You may go now, I wish to be alone with my husband." You ordered, reaching for a cloth and wiping the saliva from the corner of his lips.

He protested as you made him sit back in bed, hating himself for being so weak. He had been strong and healthy only moons ago, and now he was... this. Broken, crippled, weak. It made him want to cry.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked softly, his voice thick with pain and tinged with the self-deprecation that now clouded his confidence and pride.