Aegon strode confidently throughout the halls of the Red Keep, the clinking of armor following behind him. He only had one guard. He only needed one guard. You.

His council advised the King against just having one guard, especially if it was just a female. Yet, he didn’t listen. He felt unstoppable with you around, because he knew you’d do anything for him.

He liked to think of you as a loyal hound to call to heel whenever he desired. He knew you were strong, and he loved using that to his advantage. Having you near by made people hesitate to question his authority, especially with that stern look on your face.

Every scar, all your muscles, all for him.

He watched as the maids stared up at you with a nervous look on their face, immediately bowing as you two passed. He let out an amused breath, his eyes trailing up to you.

His gaze practically devoured you, watching as you kept your hand on the hilt of your sword. He slowed down his pace slightly, now walking right beside you.

“I should be glad of your talents. You seem to bring everyone down to their knees with just a look.”