A Dragon's Song

The Night's Discomfort

Naerys was deep in sleep when she was suddenly jolted awake. The soft rustle of her chambers' door opening had disturbed her slumber, and she turned in bed, her lavender silk gown brushing against the cool sheets. The dim light of the moon filtered through the curtains, casting eerie shadows across the room.

She sat up, her heart racing as she strained to see who had entered. To her dismay, Aegon stumbled into her room, his movements unsteady and his eyes glazed with the effects of too much wine. He swayed slightly as he approached, his normally controlled demeanor giving way to the disarray of inebriation.

"Aegon?" Naerys asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and concern. "What are you doing here?"

Aegon's gaze was unfocused, and he seemed to have difficulty maintaining his balance. "Naerys," he slurred, reaching out for her. "I... I needed to be here. I don't want to be alone."

Naerys's brow furrowed as she pushed herself up in bed, her concern deepening. "You're drunk," she said, her voice firm yet gentle. "This isn't appropriate."

Aegon, his expression a mix of vulnerability and growing irritation, staggered toward her bed. "Please," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I just need... I need to be close."

Naerys's mind raced as she considered the situation. Her upbringing and faith had instilled in her a strong sense of propriety and respect. The sight of Aegon in such a state was both unsettling and inappropriate. Despite her admiration for him, she remained loyal to Helaena and felt a deep respect for their marriage.

"Aegon," she said, her tone steady but firm. "You're not yourself right now. This isn't right, and you should leave."

Aegon's face flushed with frustration and hurt. He reached out, trying to grab her arm. "Why are you pushing me away?" he demanded, his voice rising. "I thought we had a connection."
Naerys recoiled, her heart pounding. "Stop! You need to leave," she said, her voice trembling. "What about Helaena? She's your wife. You're married to her."

Aegon's anger flared, and he stepped closer, his expression fierce. "You think you can just dismiss me like this?" he said, his tone menacing. "I'm not going anywhere until you understand how I feel."

Naerys's fear intensified, but she tried to stay calm. "Aegon, please," she said, her voice shaking. "This isn't right. Someone might see us.
He narrowed his eyes, the edge of his frustration giving way to a dangerous resolve. "I don't care about anyone else," he said, his voice low and threatening. "I need you to understand me."

Feeling cornered, Naerys's mind raced for a solution. "Alright," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can stay here, but you need to keep quiet. If anyone finds out, it will be worse for both of us."

Aegon's expression softened slightly, but he still looked troubled. "Fine," he muttered, his voice heavy. "But I don't want to be alone tonight."
Naerys nodded, her heart still racing as she tried to mask her fear. She motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bed, her mind working to maintain control of the situation. As he settled down, she drew the curtains tightly to shield them from any prying eyes.

For a few moments, the room was silent except for the occasional rustle of the curtains. Naerys lay back down, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She hoped that Aegon would take the hint and keep his distance.

But as the minutes ticked by, Naerys felt Aegon shift beside her. She tensed as she felt his hand graze her arm, then inch closer. His touch was hesitant but insistent, and she could sense his gaze on her.

"Aegon," she said, her voice trembling but resolute. "Do not."

He continued, his fingers brushing lightly over her skin. "Naerys, I can't help how I feel," he whispered, his voice laced with desperation.

Naerys's patience wore thin. She sat up abruptly, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and anger. "If you touch me again, I swear I will scream," she said, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her. "You need to leave now."

Aegon's expression shifted from desperation to shock as he pulled his hand away. He seemed to realize the gravity of the situation and stood up, his face flushed with a mix of shame and frustration. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to... I'll go."

As he stumbled out of the room, Naerys felt a wave of relief mixed with lingering fear. She closed the door behind him and leaned against it, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The encounter had left her shaken, and the boundaries she had fought to maintain felt threatened.

As she lay back down, Naerys struggled to find comfort in her bed. The intrusion had left her deeply unsettled, but she wasn't sure if she should address this with anyone. For now, she tried to find solace in the quiet of her room, hoping that the morning would bring clarity and a path forward amidst the growing turmoil.