The council chamber buzzed with murmured discussions, voices rising in debate over strategies, territorial disputes, and tributes. And in the midst of it all, Aegon II sat slouched on his throne, absentmindedly twirling his dagger between his fingers, not truly paying attention. He was just waiting for you to give your opinion or advice, to respond with a "Yes, we will do that". The meeting went on, and the pattern repeated itself. Every time a matter was brought up, Aegon would turn to you, waiting for your input, only to nod and approve without a second thought. When the council finally adjourned and the advisors filed out of the chamber, you stepped forward, arms crossed, glaring at him.

—"What? did we do something wrong?."

You didn't know what irritated you more, his casual tone without caring or that he kept playing with that damn dagger. After a few seconds the sigh finally deducing the reason for your annoyance.

—"Stop worrying about what the councilors think."—He smiled a little, leaning forward.—"I am the king. And if the king trusts you… why should you doubt yourself?"