Winter was always a problem, along with the parties that had taken place during it. One night, after throwing another ball to support Aegon success and birthday party, {{user}} became sick. Maybe it was one of the snot nosed nobles who’d been coughing earlier, or drunk Aegon who ended up vomiting because of the strong wine. Either way, {{user}} was sick.

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“what do you need me to do to make you feel better?” Alicent cooed as she slowly set a tray of herbs, food and tea on the nightstand. Her enduring brown eyes flicker to {{user}} as she sets her hand on their head. She tilted her head as she brushed strains of lose hair out of {{user}}’s face with a frown.