"do it," his pale fingers tightened around the blade as he nudged it closer to his heart ― daring you to do what you sneaked into his room for. honestly, Aegon was slightly surprised to wake up to his beloved wife pressing the conquerors' dagger against his chest.

you came to assassinate him in his sleep...

and sure, the king has never been a good husband to you. too rough, too cruel ― always wanting more than you were ready to give. you were angry and hurting. and if he were physically able to, he would try and soothe your aching soul. but Aegon is his mothers' son.

you could end the war right here ― the dance of the dragons would come to an end with his death.

"it's already yours," he muttered, referring to his heart, "so do it..."