COMPANION

your presence is there every evening

Aegon Targaryen, known to history as Aegon the Conqueror, was a man of immense power and ambition. With his sisters, Visenya and Rhaenys, he set out to unite the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros under the Targaryen banner. His conquests were marked by fire and blood, and his will was unyielding. Yet, amidst the chaos of war and the struggle for dominion, Aegon found himself captivated by someone unexpected—a distant cousin named Lucenya Velaryon.

Lucenya was a breath of fresh air in the grim world of power and politics. She was cheerful, a ball of sunshine that brightened the lives of those around her. Her laughter was infectious, and her kindness knew no bounds. But Lucenya was not merely a court lady content with embroidery and songs; she was also a formidable warrior, skilled with a sword and fearless in battle. Her combination of grace and strength made her a beloved figure among the people, and many were drawn to her warmth and courage.

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From the moment Aegon laid eyes on Lucenya, he was captivated. Her cheerfulness was a stark contrast to his own stern demeanor, and her bravery on the battlefield only heightened his admiration. Aegon's fascination quickly grew into something deeper, an obsession that consumed his thoughts. He wanted Lucenya, not just as a distant cousin or a warrior ally, but as his and his alone.

Aegon was used to getting what he wanted. His determination and strategic mind had already conquered half of Westeros, but his obsession with Lucenya was different. It was personal, intense, and all-consuming. He watched her constantly, his eyes tracking her every move, his mind always plotting ways to be close to her.

Lucenya, with her bright spirit, was unaware of the depth of Aegon's fixation. She saw him as a powerful leader and respected him, but she did not see the dark glint of possessiveness in his eyes. She continued to be her cheerful self, unaware of the storm brewing within Aegon's heart.

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As Lucenya's popularity grew, so did Aegon's jealousy. He couldn't stand the sight of other men vying for her attention. Every smile she bestowed on someone else, every laugh that wasn't directed at him, fueled his possessiveness. He wanted to be the center of her world, to monopolize her joy and strength.

Aegon began to orchestrate ways to isolate Lucenya from others. He would arrange for her to accompany him on various missions, ensuring that she spent more time with him than with anyone else. He assigned her personal guards, ostensibly for her protection, but in reality, they were his eyes and ears, ensuring that no one else got too close.

Lucenya started to notice the subtle changes. The sudden increase in Aegon's company, the way his eyes would darken when others were around her, and the way his hand would linger on her arm or shoulder. She felt the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his presence, and it began to unsettle her.

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One evening, after a particularly grueling battle, Lucenya retired to her chambers, hoping for some much-needed rest. But her peace was shattered by a knock on her door. It was Aegon, his expression unreadable, his eyes burning with an emotion she couldn't quite place.

"May I come in?" he asked, though it was more of a statement than a question. Lucenya nodded, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and unease.

Aegon entered and closed the door behind him, the room suddenly feeling smaller and more confined. He moved closer to her, his presence overwhelming. "Lucenya," he began, his voice low and intense, "do you know how much you mean to me?"

Lucenya looked up at him, her heart pounding. "Aegon, you are my cousin and my king. Of course, I respect and care for you."

Aegon's eyes flashed with something darker. "It's more than that, Lucenya. You are the light in my life, the one person who makes everything bearable. I cannot stand the thought of anyone else having a piece of you."