Perzys Ānogār {HOTD}

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[TW - Blood and Cheese]

Following the news of Luke's death, the keep had begun to return to somewhat normal. Albeit, Visenya had requested more guards around the children because she didn't trust Rhaenyra and Daemon to seek vengeance for Luke's death. 

Little Aegon, Rhaegar, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera were in their lessons with the maester and septa.  Visenya didn't know how long Rhaegar would last listening to the old man drone on, he'd woken with a slight fever, complaining of pain in his head. The maester had assured it was nothing serious and given him a small dose of milk of the poppy and taken him to his lesson. 

Visenya and Helaena were in the Queen's solar with the babes when Aegon entered, looking rather happy given the current circumstances. 

"Where is Aegon?" He asked, looking around the room. 

"Attending his lessons, as usual," Visenya replied, Daenerys wrapping her pudgy little hand around Visenya's silver curls. 

 "And where are those?" He asked, taking Maegor into his arms, kissing his soft curls. 

"Do not disturb his lessons, Aegon," she sighed, pulling her hair out of Dany's iron grip, "why do you need him?" 

"I'm taking him to the small council meeting, he'll be king one day," he replied, then turning to Maegor speaking in a mocking baby voice, "your mama is grumpy today."

"Aegon." Visenya looked at him, unamused. 

"Where is he?" he whispered, smiling innocently. 

"The library," she conceded, "do not disturb the rest of them, Rhaegar has a fever, he's sensitive today and the maester said it's likely Aegon will catch whatever it is too." 

He placed Maegor back on the soft throw next to his toys, smiling at his wife and sister before taking his leave. 

Helaena turned to Visenya, grasping her hand. "I'm afraid." 

"You needn't be, sweet sister," Visenya assured, "Rhaenyra would be a fool to attack the city with Vhagar and Aegarax protecting us." 

"Not the dragons. The rats." 

"They are filthy things, but nothing to be afraid of." She squeezed Helaena's hand, smiling reassuringly at her sister. 

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Visenya and Aegon walked into the small council meeting, little Aegon in between them holding their hands. Aegon cheerily greeted the King's Guard at the door, lifting his son up the steps. 

"Good morrow my lords, mother." He took his seat at the head of the table, Visenya followed suit, sitting to his left. "What news?" 

Their grandfather stands to the King's left, next to a map of the Seven Kingdoms showing the allies of the crown, and the would be traitors. "Our letters to the Vale and the North continue to go unanswered." 

"Cunts." Aegon shrugged. 

"Cunts?" Little Aegon parrots. 

Visenya and Aegon can't help but chuckle, Alicent looks at her children with a look of exhaustion. Such a critical time and they're laughing at their child cursing.

The lord hand continued, while Little Aegon decided that the marble sitting in front of the Master of Ships. "The Stormlands should be ours after Prince Daeron's marriage pact to the Lady Floris Baratheon. I expect their sworn declaration."

Aegon was barely paying attention, smiling brightly as his son took the marble back off its plate, hiding it behind his arm as Ser Tyland tried to put it back on the plate.