#aegon is so silly (is fighting back demons not to be angsty)

[cataschism]

Draped not unlike fabric on one of Aemond’s armchairs, with his chin on his forearm, and his eyelids drooping. He WAS told to wake up for some early meeting, &. then he didn’t care about it - the council can talk on their own time, they don’t need to also waste Aegon’s.

Aegon’s eyes twinkle. ❛ Oh, I will. You think they can paint Vhagar that small? ❜ That would probably the smallest that dragon has ever been, unless it was during gestation. Aemond’s sarcasm doesn’t reach him; he talks anyway.

He notes the staring thing, for later. Surely the king can do something about that?

❛ You owe my company your life. It was only after I was born that Mother realized she wanted another. You’re welcome. ❜

Aegon pauses. He considers lying. &. figures Aemond will know even if he did.

❛ No, that was pretty much it. You’re due the king’s wisdom, Aemond. ❜

a deep sigh sounds from the young prince. " good morrow, aegon. " it is not particularly rare for him to find peace and quiet but it is unusual to be pestered by his brother so early in the morning. perhaps his newly found duty as king has persuaded him into some form of evolution.

" the lords and ladies at court stare less with it on, " he murmurs, fixing the belt wrapped around his tunic. " perhaps you should commission me some patterned ones, brother. one with a green dragon, even. " aemond speaks with sarcasm but he figures aegon will pay no mind to it either way.

" to what do i owe the pleasure of your company ? surely you did not come to pester me about my appearance. "