𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓢𝓸𝓷

Chapter 27

The morning sun had barely risen, casting long shadows across the stone floor of the council chamber. The room was already abuzz with quiet conversations and the rustling of parchment as the lords of the realm gathered for the day's meeting.

Aegon walked into the room, still thinking about what happened the night before. He saw Sylvina standing next to her father, her face showing no emotions. Their gazes briefly met, but Aegon quickly averted his eyes, understanding her purpose for being there.

Rhaenyra arrived shortly after, her entrance commanding attention as she made her way to her place by the wine table. The room fell silent as the king rose to his feet, his expression solemn yet resolute.

"Good morrow, my lords," Viserys greeted them, his voice carrying an air of gravity. The assembled lords bowed in unison, a gesture of respect and obedience.

"I have decided to take a new wife," Viserys announced, his tone brooking no dissent. A murmur of surprise and speculation rippled through the chamber. Otto straightened in his seat, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He cast a glance at Corlys, who remained stoic, his face betraying no emotion. The indifference intrigued Otto, prompting him to raise an eyebrow in silent curiosity.

Viserys turned to Rhaenyra, who offered a supportive smile and a nod, a gesture that conveyed her acceptance of his decision. The king then directed his gaze to the gathered lords.

"I intend to marry the Lady Sylvina Hightower before spring's end," he declared, his eyes lingering on Sylvina, but her eyes stayed on the ground. Otto's smile broadened, his satisfaction evident as he looked around the room, gauging the reactions of the other council members.

"And also one more thing," Viserys continued, shifting his attention to Aegon. "Prince Aegon will be going on a tour to find himself a bride."

Aegon's eyes widened in surprise, mirroring the shock that spread across the faces of the other council members. Rhaenyra's gaze darted to her uncle, concern etched in her features. The suddenness of the announcement took everyone by surprise, leaving Aegon momentarily speechless.

"Perhaps it would be best to wait until after the marriage, Your Grace," Otto interjected smoothly. "We do not want to draw attention away from your wedding."

Viserys nodded thoughtfully, considering Otto's suggestion. "Right. You have four months to find yourself a bride," he told Aegon, his tone firm and decisive.

The council meeting concluded, the lords rising from their seats and exiting the chamber. Aegon lingered for a moment, his thoughts racing. As he turned to leave, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Aegon!" Viserys called after him, his voice tinged with concern.

Aegon turned to face his brother, inclining his head respectfully. "Brother."

"I know it may have felt like I forced your hand into doing this tour," Viserys began, his expression earnest.

"Like you said last night, our house is vulnerable, and we need to secure it," Aegon replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him.

Viserys nodded, relief evident in his eyes. "I will do my duty," Aegon added, a note of resolve in his voice.

"Wonderful," Viserys said, a smile breaking across his face. He clasped Aegon's shoulder, a gesture of brotherly support and camaraderie.

As they exited the council chamber, Aegon couldn't shake the feeling of being a pawn in a larger game, one where duty and personal desire often clashed.