𝑨 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 // 𝑨𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝑰 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏

25. Above The Clouds On Gold

The day is young, too young, almost newborn when Aegon wakes from his sleep. The sun has not even risen and the stars remained in the raven sky.

He opens his eyes slowly and looks around out of habit, everything is the same. His desk that he rarely used, Alyssa's table with a mirror, the bookshelf with all the books just sitting there and causally collects dust. The only one who used that old bookshelf was Alyssa. The dining table at the balcony opening was also the same, a pitcher of wine was on it along with two cups.

The only thing that felt new was the feelings he had for the woman sleeping soundly next to him. He turned his head to look at her relaxed expression, her hair spread all over the pillow where she lay, one arm under the pillow and the other over her stomach.

Aegon closed his eyes and tried to resume his sleep again, trying to relax and let his breathing tire him out.

Everything in the room just felt wrong. it was too cold and yet too hot, the bed was uncomfortable and time passed too slowly. His breathing felt heavy and it was as if the gods were not on his side at all. Not that he saw himself as a pious man.

All of him froze when Alyssa suddenly moved in a straining motion. Did I wake her up? He asked himself. She removed the arm that had previously rested on her stomach and placed it around Aegon's stomach.

He lay as if petrified while she put her head as she wanted on his shoulder and her arm around his stomach.

A calm spread through his body as he felt her light breathing and silky hair caressing his arm.

Aegon lay still like a statue, not knowing what to do, as if if he breathed she would wake up and turn over and lay on the edge too far away from him.

After a little while, he exhaled slowly so as not to wake her and brought his hand to her lower back. He closed his eyes and leaned against her head to smell the scent in her hair. And like that he fell asleep, like he always wanted to.

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The light of the day spreads across the room and Alyssa opens her eyes weakly to close them again, something felt different. It was warmer than usual and the bed felt a hundred times more comfortable than it used to.

It was only when she moved her head slightly she realized that her head was resting on Aegon's shoulder and her arm wrapped around him. She lifted her head quickly but cursed herself for not being more discreet. This is indeed the god's way to toy with her. Is this what i get for visit ing the sept?

She carefully removed herself from the bed not to wake him up. Her footsteps felt like the the heaviest rocks on earth that hit the floor with every step

Alyssa turns her back. Towards the bed to go into the washroom when she hears Aegon move from the bed. The blanket makes a noise as he sits up with his eyes half open.

She turns and looks at him, was it normal for men to be beautiful? She wonders, pulling on a morning coat to warm herself up.

Aegon rubs his eyes and gets up from the bed with effort. He used to do that when they were little too, once when Alyssa, Daeron and Helaena were going to surprise him on his name day they went into his chamber with lemon tarts, but he was probably too hungover to remember.

"Where are you going?"

He asks, his voice fresh and tired. "I didn't want to wake you, I'm going now anyway-"

"Where are you going? I'm awake, there's no reason for you to leave"

"I-" she began but was interrupted by the door opening where servants entered with breakfast. It was strange as the queen always wanted them to eat together.