Aegon sat alone in his room, slouched in his seat, eyes glazed over. He looked down to his glass, of course half full of wine.

Aegon had just gotten back from yet another one of his council meetings, feeling completely defeated. He was the King, and yet not a single one of those old fools listened to him. They made plans behind his back, and preferred to listen to his brother, Prince Aemond, which annoyed Aegon beyond belief.

It took all his strength not to slam his hands down against the council table and demand respect from each and every one of them.

Instead, he was left like this. Alone with his self demeaning thoughts, without the approval and praise he yearned for.

He found his thoughts lingering on you, his pregnant sister-wife. Pregnant with twins, the maester said. He hadn’t visited you in….how long?

He was too busy for such things, he told himself, but he knew he could’ve made the time if he wanted to. Perhaps a visit to his dear sister-wife could make him feel better.

With that thought, he finished the rest of his cup with one swig, marching off to your chamber with his guards trailing behind him.

He swung open the doors to your room with no care in the world, his gaze landing on you. You sat in bed, swollen belly poking out through your nightgown, knitting needles in hand. He felt a strange sense of…pride seeing you like this. With his children. His heirs.