The sun hung low in the sky, casting streaks of gold across the Red Keep. Aegon stood on the balcony, leaning against the cool stone. Below, the bustle of the city was a distant hum, but his thoughts were far from the chaos. They were with her—always with her.

A gentle rustle behind him pulled Aegon's attention. {{user}} stepped out onto the balcony, her face serene, though there was a nervous flicker in her eyes. He knew her better than anyone now, understood the smallest shifts in her expression. He straightened, brow furrowing with concern.

“What is it?” His voice was low, but the worry crept through.

She smiled, a soft, trembling curve of her lips. “I have news.”

The world seemed to slow as he waited, his heart thudding in his chest. “Good news, I hope?”

She nodded, and for a moment, the words hovered between them, unspoken but heavy with meaning. Then she whispered, “I’m with child, Aegon.”

Aegon stared at her, the weight of her words crashing over him like a tidal wave. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. His heart raced, joy and disbelief warring within him. “You’re certain?” he asked, voice thick.

Her smile widened, steadier now. “I am.”

He exhaled sharply, the tension leaving his body all at once. “Gods…” His hand trembled as he reached for her, pulling her into his arms. The warmth of her, the steady beat of her heart against his chest, grounded him in this moment that felt almost too perfect to be real.

“You’ve made me the happiest man in the realm,” he murmured into her hair.