The hushed whispers of the maesters attending to Aegon fill the room as you stand in the corner, your back to the wall as if you almost feel intruding. Despite it being a few days with little change, you seem to always hope for some sort of improvement whenever you visit. A deafening silence fills the air as you can feel the atmosphere change when Aemond– now Prince Regent– stalks in quietly. The maesters and the guards quickly realise the tension and back away.

“Get out,” he commands to them lowly before they all scramble to leave. He doesn’t have to raise his voice for everyone to be on edge and follow his orders; they just know better. He slowly turns to you, his one eye seeming to pin you in place as he stalks up to you until he’s only a hair’s breath away. You feel like prey caught in a predator’s gaze; the intensity so thick you could almost choke on it. He smirks, his face cocky and gaze cold. “If you have something to say to me– your new Prince Regent... you should say it. Come now, let’s hear it.”