Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"My little Aegon."
•
Two Years Later...
The room was filled with bubbling excited noble lords and ladies, as they had surround the Queen and King. A small figure was held carefully in the arms of the queen, holding them close to her chest. Elaina's smiled lovingly at her son, who nuzzled his head into her neck. Little Aegon did not like the attention of so many eyes on him and hated the touch of his father.
Alicent stood next to her sister-- whose belly was as large as a Mellon, almost in a way as if she was a wall between the greedy nobles and her sister and nephew.
Viserys smiled at his son, who shied away from him. The king frowned slightly at his actions, before putting on a fake smile and continued to try and pry the child from his mother.
"He has your hair, Your Grace," A man had said, complimenting the young prince.
Elaina cooed at her child softly, pushing Viserys hand away in hopes to calm Aegon down. Noticing his mother's attention on him again, little Aegon babbled and giggled loudly to her. Elaina kissed his cheek, as he let out a happy screech, causing the audience to laugh at him happily.
Viserys' jaw clenched, not liking the way his son was treating him. Over the years, once Elaina had wed Viserys. A great shift happened between the two, although no one knew. Elaina was a skilled artist, as the marks on her arms and neck had vanished as if nothing was there in the first place.
"He does have my hair," Viserys replied.
More of the nobles continued to blurt out compliments to the young prince, causing Viserys to smile happily at their words. Otto stood aside, away from the crowd as he watched the scene before him.
"Two years old and already our boy has a kingly presence," Viserys said, tickling under Aegon's chin.
A wet nurse had attempted to grab the young prince, to let Elaina rest but the mother was not letting anyone but her sister hold her baby. Ever since Aegon had been born, Elaina had not let another pair of hands touch her child.
Elaina was the one to feed her babe, clean her babe, and take care of her own child. Viserys had lectured her about how improper it was for a queen to do the duties of a wet nurse. Elaina fought back, that it was her child that she birthed and not theirs. In the end, Elaina had her way, but with a price.
"He is getting quite big, sister," Alicent said, teasing the mother who glared playfully at her sister.
"He is still but a babe, and always will be," Elaina answered, holding her son close to her once again.
The crowd laughed at her words, watching the sister's banter. A figure approached the audience, another noble lord had come. Viserys turned around looking at him with confusion.
