the dragonknight / aemon

He waits to visit her. He waits until after all the councilmembers, and ladies, and maids, and the king have all gone away, gone to celebrate, before going to her. He waits until it can be just the three of them.

"Aegon thinks he's his." Naerys says quietly, long after he'd entered her chambers. After he'd had a chance to hold his child, to stare at him and marvel, to laugh and weep and swear that he's never seen anything more beautiful.

Aemon sighs, but his smile remains, albeit more bitter. "I know. And he'll continue to think that."

The queen reaches over and presses her palm against her brother's cheek. "He'll have you killed if he finds out the truth. You, then me. And Daeron…"

"He can't touch us." The Dragonknight threads his fingers through her's and brings their hands to his heart, his other arm cradling their son close. "In this moment, he can't touch us. No one can."