✶|𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺|✶ 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘐𝘐 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯

✶𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 46✶

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The Cry Of The Moon

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✯Aegon's pov✯

Year 134 A.C

Westeros

The Red Keep, King's Landing

The king's study was quiet, the only sound being the scratch of quill on parchment as Aegon read over the documents left by Grand Maester Munkun. 

They concerned the matter of Viserys' future responsibilities, after all, just a few days prior, the small council had unanimously agreed, except his Hand, to name his younger brother as heir, since Aegon had yet to produce an heir himself and likely wouldn't for some time.

The door creaked open slowly without a knock, and Gaemon poked his head in, eyes flicking around curiously.

"There you ar." The young man announced, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.

"You didn't see Ser Royce standing right outside the door?" Aegon asked dryly, not even lifting his eyes from the page. The answer, to him, was obvious.

"I did." Gaemon replied, already flopping into his usual armchair with a casual sprawl that would make any knight of the Kingsguard frown in disapproval. "But it wouldn't be the first time I've found either Ser Royce or Ser Armaury standing guard with you nowhere in sight."

"You've been scarce... ever since your brother came back" He added, his tone more thoughtful now, gaze drifting to his outstretched legs.

"I've just been busy. A lot's changed." Aegon replied, finally looking up from the papers to meet Gaemon's eyes.

"She's odd, the Rogare woman. Everyone thinks so. Only speaks to the Lyseni servants she brought with her, and even her guards are from across the Narrow Sea, sent by her brother, no less." Gaemon said, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Your brother's wife has quickly become the favourite subject of the servants' whispers."

"And as always, you seem to know all the whispers." Aegon quipped, raising a brow at his friend.

"I only hear what reaches my ears." Gaemon said with a slight smile. He stood and made his way to the wine sideboard, uncorking a bottle already half-finished and pouring himself a generous glass. He took a few slow sips before continuing. "But I have to say... All of this is good news for Serena."

"And why is that?" Aegon's eyes narrowed slightly, curious.

"Because..." Gaemon said, now leaning against the sideboard, swirling the Dornish wine in his cup. "There weren't many at court who liked Serena. She's from Dorne, and we both know how that sits with the highborn in King's Landing. But now there's a new Lady in the family, one who respects Westerosi customs even less. Suddenly, compared to Lady Larra, our queen is starting to seem... worthy."

Aegon didn't reply immediately. His lips pressed into a thin line, eyes dropping back to the papers in front of him. He hated that what Gaemon said was true.