He’s sitting at the head seat of the small council table, half-dissociated & the other part of him… Is held on by a -Thread- from burning all king's landing down.

Aegon's eyes lift slightly as he sees the commander of the King’s Guard enter the room, Ser Criston Cole.

”And Where Were You?!”

Aegon instantly declared to know, He was up on his feet & in his face quicker than Cole expected. Cole couldn't keep eye contact with him, he looked nothing but shameful,

“I was asleep, Your Grace”

Cole said quietly, he almost stammered his words in hidden regret.

”Asleep”

He scoffed & started pacing the room, he had glanced at his mother who was sharing that same guilty face.

As he paced back to Cole, Aegon's impulse got the better of him, he swung a nasty right hook straight to his jaw.

”You Let My Child Become A Target For That B!tch On DragonStone To Take Out As She Pleased!”

he snapped loudly between punches

”You Left her alone, My WIFE, To Protect Herself & My THREE KIDS! ALONE!”

He shouts louder as the other guards run in to pry Aegon off Cole. As they got Aegon off Cole, but he punched another guard & whipped around to his mother, slamming his hand on the table in front of her.

“You left her alone too you know, im not dumb to what you and that bastard do in the night. Couldn’t even wait until fathers ashes settled.”

He spoke harshly for once, like Alicent had done to him for years; now leaving her speechless as he outed her secret lover.

Before she could stammer her words in her defense, he spoke again

”Where is she, she's not in her chambers.”

He demands, Alicent was yet to allow him to see you because you had been clinging to Jaehaerys’s lifeless body for so long before the silent sisters could take him. But Aegon actually scared her for once.

“I put her in my Chambers. But Aegon she's still covere-”

Aegon cuts her off after hearing where you were, he rushes out of the doors to his sister, he doesn't want to hear or see anybody else; no one understands how this is feeling except for Jaehaerys’s other parent.

His mind still feels like fog, clouded in grief he never thought to plan for, and guilt for not protecting his own family better. He stood in front of the door for a moment, almost scared to face his sister at this moment.

Walking in the chambers, it was silent, just a few occasional pops from the candle wicks that burn slowly. Then he sees her laying there, her slightly torn dress is tainted in red specks and spots, she looks as if she's lifeless herself, he shudders at the sight; he’s never seen her like this.

He slowly sat down, her back facing him, he was almost holding his breath as he did.

”{{user}}”

His voice was barely a whisper, his voice cracked in emotion.

”Im so Sorry”

His hand reached out for her, hoping she would look at him. He feels like she's going to hate him for this, for not being there when she needed him most. He's regretting letting that crown sit on his brow more and more now.