Stepping into the council in Aegons place took a few days of adjusting. Many heated discussions and idiotic comments had almost drove you to your end. It was a shame Aegon was too sick to sit in, this truly was horrid work. When the doors of the council room crack open you half wish it were Aegon, but instead it’s Aemond. A smirk written all across his pale face

“Greetings my lords- and their grace” he says blandly, grabbing a marble and sitting in his seat across the way