Aegon III
Rare are the times when Aegon feels happy, or joy and contentment, Among these times, he shared a bed with Daenaera. He was above her and she was below it. At first he did not come to it in such a correct and good way, but he learned with time, as he practiced it over and over again until he mastered it.
The sound of her groaning and panting was sweeter than any music sung by fools, and the way she touched his back during their intercourse was soft and hot, and made him want to penetrate deeply. He kissed her mouth again until she needed air, then pushed inside her as she pulled herself together and said in a trembling voice: "Aegon..." He felt her trembling and that she had reached her climax, he pushed more, and kissed her neck when she closed her eyes and he felt his closeness too. And it wasn't long before he went down inside her and fell panting on her.
She stroked his hair with her soft, gentle fingers, and pulled it closer to her bare chest, and he couldn't deny that it gave him a sweet warmth.
_" Aegon, Was that good? "
_ " How long do you have to ask me this question? He answered her, hugging her.
_ " As long as my heart beats, My Lord"
Aegon lifted his head from her breast and got up from the bed, it was so dark in the room, he stood up and pulled the curtains off the window, he was as naked as the day he was born, and he had heard from Baela that couples should sleep naked together, but he hadn't come to that yet. He put on his dress and went back to his bed, where Daenaera was watching him carefully, as if waiting for an answer. Aegon sighed: "You want my answer?"
She shook her head, and he could tell he had never seen such a pleasant expression before. He lay down next to her and brushed her hair across her sweaty forehead. "You're always good at this," he said.
Her eyes sparkled and she pounced on him, embracing him with both hands. "We have to sleep, my queen," he told her in a low voice, wrapping his arms around her.
That night, he did not have nightmares, it was beautiful dreams about his mother with his father, and also all his brothers. In Dragonstone, where they were once a family.
The spring morning in Kingslanding is so lovely, with a cool breeze, and in his council Aegon considers himself lucky to have Viserys at his side tending to all the papers.
_ " What about debts, brother? Viserys asked while turning over the papers.
_" You ask me as if you haven't been responsible for it for a long time, dwarf."
Viserys laughed, saying: "Will I not take my king's permission?"
" Your king wants you to spare him of this."
Viserys furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at one of the papers: “Your Majesty, it is a complaint.”
_" complaint? "
_" Yes, High septon, says that the privileges accorded to septons and septas have already diminished. "
" What complaint of these idiots has nothing to do with their stomachs? "
" What shall we do, Your Majesty? The people believe in the Seven absolutely, and the creed is second to none. If you fight the creed, there will be other wars of faith, like what happened during the reign of Aenys, son of the dragon.”
" The people worship money, my brother, and the septons worship their stomachs, I have ordered the privileges they had under Jaehaerys to be halved until I replenish the treasury emptied after the civil war, and they seem to have begun to bark even before I finish my plan."
Viserys put the complaint into his hands and said, "Here is their complaint, Your Majesty."
" They demand the restoration of the concessions to their original value, fools, not knowing that the crown is mired in post-war debts. "
" What is the solution? "
" Suggest a solution to me, as long as you are better than me in politics, brother. "
" Silence "
" If the king is silent, the fire will kindle. King Maegor the cruel has issued a decree forbidding the followers of the Seven to take up arms. The possibility of war is small, but it exists. Brother, ask the Grand Maester to send for them, we will settle the matter here.”