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✶𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 30✶

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Red Castle

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✯Aegon's Pov✯

Year 133 A.C

Westeros

Red Keep, King's Landing

Aegon stood in silence, gazing out the window of his study as the last rays of sunlight bathed the Citadel in a golden glow. 

His eyes drifted toward the Dragonpit, newly rebuilt only a few moons ago, where his dragon spent most of its days.

It had been years since he had last seen Stormcloud... Despite Maester Munkun's repeated attempts to convince him to ride again, Aegon always found a way to refuse or change the subject.

At that moment, only three tame dragons remained in the realm, Stormcloud and Dreamfyre, who had miraculously survived the attack on the Dragonpit, and Morning, the young hatchling of his sister Rhaena, who had only recently emerged from her egg. 

There were at least three more wild dragons scattered across Westeros, but they were untamed, beyond the reach of any dragonlord.

Truthfully, Aegon cared little for dragons. In fact, he wished they would vanish entirely. They had been one of the driving forces behind the war, the war that had stolen so many lives, including those he had loved most.

His body tensed, an involuntary shiver running down his spine as memories surged forward, his mother's death, the flames, the screams-

"Are you all right?"

The unexpected voice made Aegon flinch. He turned sharply, eyes wide in surprise as he faced Gaemon, his most loyal companion. He hadn't even heard him enter.

"Oh, sorry... I thought you heard me come in." Gaemon said, his expression apologetic.

Aegon exhaled slowly, forcing his heartbeat to steady. He turned away from the window and walked toward the chairs by the fireplace, sinking into one.

"It's fine... I was lost in thought." He murmured.

"What were you thinking about?" Gaemon studied him for a moment before stepping closer.

"Nothing important. Just things from the past..." Aegon muttered, waving a hand dismissively. Then he glanced at Gaemon with mild curiosity. "Why are you here at this hour? I thought you were helping the Grand Maester with his matters."

Gaemon settled into the armchair across from the king, leaning back comfortably. 

"He finished earlier than expected, so I decided to come bother my favorite king." He said, flashing a grin.

Unfortunately, Aegon's expression remained unchanged. Gaemon sighed dramatically. 

"Come on, Aegon, lighten up. The workday is over, and your dear friend here comes bearing the latest gossip from the castle's maids." His tone was smug, clearly proud of his collection of rumors.

"Do you really have nothing better to do than listen to idle chatter...?" Aegon simply sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Ah, but these are very interesting tidbits, I assure you." Gaemon smirked, undeterred. "Besides the usual talk about your sister Baela and her upcoming marriage to the Velaryon heir, there's also a rather amusing tale about a merchant from the city who beat a man senseless with a fresh, giant fish." He chuckled at the absurdity of the image.