𝑨 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 // 𝑨𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝑰 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏

89. The Green Counsil

The narrow corridor of the secret passageway were dark, the only thing light ing it up was the torch that Aegon held up as he walked in front of Alyssa, the shadows dancing around them as they moved silently through the darkness.

Aegon held Rhaegar against his hip, the four-year-old boy's head resting against his shoulder. Rhaegar's little arms were wrapped around his father's neck, and his soft, steady breathing indicated that he was fast asleep.

Aegon's features had softened as he looked down at his sleeping son, a tender smile curving his lips. He gently rocked the boy, not wanting to disturb his peaceful slumber.

Baelon's voice echoed off the stone walls, his question breaking the silence.

"Where are we going, mother?" he looked up at Alyssa as she held his hand tightly in her own. Aegon led the way a few paces ahead, the sounds of the castle barely reaching them from the passage.

Alyssa looked down at Baelon, pausing before answering. "We are leaving, my darling," she replied quietly.

They continued through the secret passageway, both of them filled with a sense of adventure and anticipation. They were leaving the castle behind, escaping the confines of court life and the politics that had been so stifling lately.

Aegon spoke up, a hint of excitement in his voice. "We're going to find a boat and embark on our own journey," he said, squeezing Alyssa's hand. "No more politics, no more games. Just freedom."

Alyssa smiled, her heart fluttering with both excitement and nerves. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for leaving her family behind, but the promise of adventure and a new life called to her.

"It's going to be a grand adventure," she said to Baelon, her voice filled with a mix of determination and hope. "We're going to see new places, experience new things. It'll be the first time it's just us."

Baelon clung tightly to his mother, his small hand grasping her dress. The shadows in the narrow passageway seemed to unnerve him, and he hid his face against his mother's skirt.

Alyssa ran a reassuring hand over his hair, trying to soothe his fears. "It's all right, my sweet," she whispered, her voice soft and comforting. "We're almost there. Soon, we'll be out and into the cool night air."

The four of them continued through the dark passageway, Baelon's grip on Alyssa's dress never loosening. Their footsteps echoed softly against the stone floor, the only sound beside their breathing and Baelon's soft snuffles of fear. She kept a comforting hand on her son, murmuring words of reassurance as they pressed onward. Aegon led the way, occasionally glancing back to make sure they were managing all right.

Alyssa had a small smile on her face as the nered the exit, they had waited for years to do this and now finaly it was time. The dim light from Aegon's small torch flickered off the walls, casting eerie shadows that seemed to play with Baelon's imagination. Alyssa could feel her son tense up every time the light flickered, and her heart ached for his fear. She whispered words of comfort to him, her voice a balm against the unknown darkness.

Alyssa noticed Baelon's attention drawn to the shadows casted by Aegon's torch. He seemed especially frightened by them, his small body tensing with each flicker.

A gentle smile curved her lips as an idea surfaced in her mind. She lifted her hand, her fingers creating a small shadow puppet against the wall. It took the shape of a bird, fluttering its wings as if in flight.

"Look, Baelon"

Baelon's eyes widened, his fear momentarily forgotten as he watched the shadow bird's dance. He clung to his mother, but his gaze was fixed on the captivating display on the wall.