𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 2
King Viserys the Peaceful is dead, but before his last breath he apparently whispered to his wife Queen Alicent that he wanted his firstborn son on the throne.
From now on, King Aegon II sits on the Iron Throne with his beloved wife Alys...
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Rowan Yarrow
Age 32
"He is a bore, I tell you."
The sheets under her were soft, the fabric silky against her skin. The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of Aegon's breathing behind her. She could smell the scent of him, his unique musk mingling with the scent of sleep. There was a wight around her and she quickly realized that it was Aegon's arm that encircled her from behind.
As her mind continued to clear, she took in her surroundings. This was Aegon's room, a place she had been many times before, yet each time felt like the first. It all brought her back to the night in the throne room yesterday.
She carefully rolled over, turning to face her sleeping husband. He was still asleep, his face relaxed in slumber, the usual worry and stress erased from his features and she thanked the gods for that. She watched him for a moment, taking in his handsome face, the curve of his lips, the flutter of his eyelashes against his cheeks.
He was beautiful when he was asleep, all the time in fact but mostly when he wasn't stressed or troubled. And those moments were the ones he was asleep. Her eyes observed him as he slept, a twist of guilt in her chest as she started down at him. Last night was replaying in her mind, the moment when he had leaned in to kiss her, the desire in his eyes. She had wanted to give in, to lose herself in the passion of the moment. But her sense of guilt and the weight of her secret had held her back.
She felt badly about it now, knowing that her rejection must have hurt him, even if he had tried to hide it. But she couldn't give in, not when she was holding back something so important, something that could potentially change everything between them. It wasn't that she didn't want him; it was the opposite. But she couldn't shake the feeling that intimacy between them now would be a betrayal, an act of deceit.
Alyssa quietly shifted in the bed, trying not to disturb Aegon's sleep. She lay there, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The guilt gnawed at her, a constant reminder of the secret she was keeping, of the secret she feared would ruin everything they had built together. Slowly, she reached out, gently caressing Aegon's cheek with the tips of her fingers. She felt the bristle of his jaw, the warmth of his skin. He slept peacefully, his features smooth and relaxed.
She pushed a strand of hair aside, letting her touch linger just a moment longer. But Aegon didn't stir, his breath even and deep, trapped in the realm of dreams. Alyssa couldn't resist the urge to lean in and press a gentle kiss to Aegon's cheek. His skin was warm under her lips, the familiar scent of him comforting and familiar.
She lingered for just a moment, her hand still on his cheek, before pulling away. The action was instinctive, a gesture of affection and love, even as she grappled with her own guilt and uncertainty. Feeling awake and alert, she slowly and carefully slid out of the bed, taking care not to wake him with her movements. Her feet touched the cold floor and she shivered slightly, wishing she could stay in the warmth of his arms. But she couldn't. She had things to do that could not be postponed. All of these needed to be done if she was to attend the council meeting later at noon.
