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Plans and Wine
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Aegon's Pov
Year 130 A.C
Westeros
DragonStone
The cold halls of Dragonstone felt heavier than ever. The once-flickering embers of ambition and unity that had fueled the Blacks seemed all but extinguished now, smothered by loss after loss. Aegon sat alone in a dimly lit alcove, his back pressed against the cold stone wall as he listened to the muffled voices coming from the council chamber.
His mother, Rhaenyra, was in there, surrounded by the few lords who still dared to call her queen. Baela was at her side, her presence a quiet but unwavering support.
Joffrey wasn't here, he was safe, far away in the Vale, under the protection of Lady Arryn. Rhaena was with him too, away from this crumbling shell of a war effort. Aegon envied them both.
He hated himself for the thought.
Jacaerys was gone. Lucerys was gone. Viserys... Aegon's throat tightened. He didn't let himself finish the thought. The memory of his youngest brother, small and scared, reaching out as Aegon fled on dragonback, haunted him constantly.
He'd told himself he had no choice, that he couldn't have saved Viserys even if he'd stayed. But it felt like a hollow excuse now.
He looked down at his hands, calloused but trembling slightly. Once, he might have found solace in his own arrogance, his sharp wit, or even his youthful charm. But those pieces of him were gone, buried beneath grief and shame.
Footsteps broke the silence, and Aegon didn't bother looking up.
"You're brooding again..." Baela said, her tone dry but not unkind.
"I'm thinking." He muttered, though the lie felt weak even to his own ears.
Baela leaned against the wall across from him, her arms crossed.
"Your mother's asking for you."
"There's nothing I can offer her. Nothing she needs from me." Aegon shook his head.
"You think she doesn't need you because Joffrey's not here? Because Luke and... Jace are gone?..." Baela tilted her head, studying him.
He flinched at their names, his jaw tightening.
"I think I'm a reminder of everything she's lost. And I think she'd rather not look at me."
"You're her son, Aegon. Whatever you think of yourself right now, that hasn't changed. She needs all of us, even if she can't say it." Baela let out a soft sigh, stepping closer. Baela let out a soft sigh, stepping closer.
Aegon finally looked at her, his expression a mixture of guilt and exhaustion.
"I abandoned Viserys..." He whispered. "I left him behind, Baela. And now I'm all she has left here. Do you think she can even stand to look at me?"
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