A Dragon's Song

Evening Revelations

Naerys took a deep breath, stepping away from the balcony's edge. The city was alive with the sounds of evening festivities, and she decided to in with her ladies-in-waiting. They were a lively group, each with her unique charm, and had become Naerys's closest confidantes since her return to King's Landing.

"Shall we head to the tavern tonight?" Naerys suggested, a spark of excitement in her eyes.

The ladies agreed eagerly. Among them were Alyse, a spirited young woman with a sharp wit; Elira, known for her gentle nature and musical talent; and Maris, who was as bold and adventurous as Naerys herself.

As they made their way through the bustling streets, laughter and music filled the air. The tavern was a lively place, full of merriment and the aroma of spiced wine. As Naerys settled into the warmth of the evening, she spotted Aegon across the room. He was leaning against the bar, his cup of ale sloshing precariously as he gestured animatedly in conversation.

Naerys approached him, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. Aegon turned as she reached him, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Naerys!" he exclaimed, swaying slightly. "I've been meaning to talk to you."

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Now's as good a time as any, I suppose."

Aegon attempted a smile, his words slurred but earnest. "I'm sorry about last night. I was... not myself."

Naerys sighed, gesturing for him to follow her to a quieter corner of the tavern. As they settled into the shadows, she fixed him with a stern look. "Aegon, you need to get your act together. War could be on the horizon, and you need to be prepared."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "You sound just like the rest of the family. Always talking about responsibilities and thrones."

"Because it's important!" Naerys replied sharply. "They're going to name you King Aegon whether you like it or not. You need to be ready."

Aegon's expression turned defiant, a hint of vulnerability beneath his bravado. "Rhaenyra is the heir. Let her deal with it."

Naerys softened slightly, reaching out to touch his arm. "This isn't just about the throne, Aegon. It's about our family and our future. You have the chance to make a difference."

He met her gaze, the weight of her words sinking in. "I know you're right, Naerys. I just... I don't know if I want it."

"It doesn't matter what you want," she replied gently. "It's what's needed. We all have a role to play."

Aegon nodded slowly, the defiance fading from his eyes. "I'll try, Naerys. For you, and for the family."

She smiled, squeezing his arm reassuringly. "That's all I ask."

Before they could rejoin the lively atmosphere of the tavern, Aegon paused, looking at her with a glint of something she hadn't expected to see—jealousy. "I heard about your betrothal to Aemond," he said, his tone more serious. "Are you happy about it?"

Naerys hesitated, then nodded. "I am. Aemond and I understand each other."

Aegon's eyes flickered with an emotion she couldn't quite place. "Well, he better treat you right. Otherwise, he'll have to answer to me."

She smiled, touched by his unexpected show of protectiveness. "Thank you, Aegon."