"You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires."
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The tale of the Prince Aegon Targaryen and his marriage to Princess Valeria Martell.
Aegon Targaryen FF
HOTD
18+
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"My father has been absent in Council for many days now, licking at his wounds like a injured dog. Now they don't listen to me."
Aegon was speaking of his time in Council, while he and Valeria walked through the Market Square in the city. A troupe of guards all around them while Valeria surveyed and studied each vendor they passed.
She couldn't stand to be cooped up like a feral dog in that blasted keep. She needed fresh air and she also wanted the company of her husband.
Luckily, they had time to bring a retinue with them for this quick visit to the market.
To her surprise, he spoke of how the Queen and the Hand, Otto Hightower, did little to actually listen to him. His suggestions, his plans, his thoughts and ideas.
And it saddened her as much as it saddened him.
He was Crowned Prince-the Heir to the Iron Throne. How had he not been properly prepared for ruling since the time of his youth? Why did they talk in circles around him?
He had as much right to be part of the Council, and to be heard, as any of the rest.
Valeria's arm tightened around his, listening while rubbing his arm with her free hand.
She could hear it in Aegon's voice and how it was tinged with frustration and disappointment as he spoke, venting his frustrations about the lack of consideration he received. He had so many ideas and suggestions to improve and strengthen the realm he'd said, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.
"It's infuriating," he said, his brows furrowing. "It's as if my opinions and ideas mean nothing to them. No matter how well thought out they are, they're dismissed like they're worthless."
As Valeria squeezed his arm, Aegon exhaled, his annoyance and disappointment evident. Her heart ached for him. She could see the way his face darkened, the way his jaw clenched as he spoke.
"You are intelligent and resourceful," she reassured him. "They should be grateful for your input. Don't let them discourage you. What is the Queen doing on the council anyway? Where is your Father, the King?"
"My mother...she insists on attending every single council meeting, inserting her opinions and thoughts on every single matter."
He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.
"And my Father...he's not well. He injured his hand many moons ago, a cut. Somehow, it is like the infection worsens. He can barely even stand, let alone attend these meetings. It should all be falling on my shoulders, and I'm trying my best, but it's not easy when everything I say is ignored or dismissed."
Valeria stopped walked, turning him to face her. Her hands on his elbows while she gazed up at him gently. "If your King Father is indisposed for a time, you should not need ask to stand as Regent to bestow the King's will and wisdom?" She furrowed her brows. "The Queen is only consort..."
