"why would I choose one? I want them both, so I'll have them both. ask me again and I'll have one kill you. "
"..."
"you're dismissed."
{ in which the daughter of Rhaenyra bewitches the two Green princes and single-handedly make...
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{ these beautiful things that i've got }
Aegon stood on a stool before a mirror donning the Conquerer's armor. Two people fiddled with the armor, adjusting and fitting it as needed, while Ser Leon Estermont looked on, along with Ser Martyn Reyne, and Ser Ned Waters.
"Suits you, Your Grace," Ser Leon complimented, one of many. He constantly appealed to Aegon's ego, and while it would typically work, Aegon was riding off of a high from the previous night, which he had enjoyed with Valyria.
"Valyrian steel. Worth more than a castle," the other knight said, and Leon agreed. "A sight to stir the passions. Aegon the Conqueror reborn." One of the people tending to Aegon pulled tightly on the armor, and Aegon groaned, then snapped at him.
"Just get on with it," he grumbled, and the squire nodded. "At once, Your Grace."
Then the doors opened, and the Queensguard immediately nodded, then looked upon the room.
"Queen Valyria Velaryon." Aegon turned, and the knights and squires all bowed and nodded before continuing. Aegon smiled widely, happy to see his little queen. She wasn't wearing her crown at the moment, and her hair was even loose and flowing down her back.
"Valy. Come to see your consort before he flies off to war?" Valy chuckled, then, looked at the others. "May I have a moment with my husband?" They all murmured 'yes' and 'of course', and soon enough, the door was shut, and they were alone.
Valyria's eyes raked up and down his armor-clad body, and she nodded impressively. "I thought it would suit you. Hmm, this gives me an idea..." Aegon rolled his eyes, and she squealed as he stepped down and pulled her close, kissing her neck.
Valyria giggled, and he pulled back, and smile of sunshine on his face.
"I thought you were busy?" She shook her head, then glanced down at her hands guiltily. "Aegon...I don't want you flying out. Yet. See, I have a plan, and for it to work, you need to wait before you fight."
Aegon frowned, then stepped backward. "What? Why?"
She sighed. "Cole, Aemond, and I thought of it some time ago. Before...Daemon's attack. Instead of going to Harrenhal, Cole will go to Rook's Rest. And if Rhaenyra sends a dragon, Vhagar will be there as well, and she will attack. But on the off chance that she sends two, you will fly out to them." She advanced forward, then held his hands in hers tightly as she looked up into his beautiful eyes.
"I didn't mean to exclude you. It's just, with everything...I don't want to make another mistake. Like with Aemond and Luke."
Silence.
Aegon searched her purple eyes, then relented. He knew how much she beat herself up for not predicting Vhagar's thirst for blood at Storm's End. And, she wished she could've somehow gotten Rhaenyra on the throne to begin with. He knew she was doing her best, but she didn't.
