The door to Aegon’s chambers swung open with a sudden force that reverberated through the stone walls, allowing a gust of air to sweep into the room. His sister strode in, her eyes alight with a fury that seemed almost palpable.

Her gown billowed as she approached, her steps swift and determined, entirely abandoning the usual decorum expected of royalty. Aegon barely had a moment to glance up, a smirk forming on his lips, before he noticed the storm in her expression. She stopped before him, fists clenched, and the tension in her stance was undeniable.

“Ah.” He said, feigning a dramatic sigh. “This is about that handmaiden of yours, isn’t it?” He met her gaze with a challenging look. “I didn’t realize you’d be so… protective of your servants.”