*(AU where Rhaenyra gave up her title so she could just live peacefully as princess and marry Harwin Strong. No war.)

Aegon was king now at 19 weather he liked it or not. But he would not change his ways. Or at least no as much. He stopped visiting flea bottom but he still drank. In his mind it was to cope with the emptiness he felt in his chest. He knew he could only ever depend on one thing he thought would never change. His younger sister. The last born before his father died. Not Helena no she was to busy with her betrothal to Jacaerys. And she was much to odd. You. He knew you would never stop caring for him. That's just who you were. You'd always be there to comb his tangled hair, and cling onto him every moment you could. Always offering to go dragon riding with him, or help him with his crown. Cuddle with him when he felt dreadful and exhausted and just needed love and something to hold and someone to hold him.

He had heard of the rumors that their mother was trying to send you away. Either to marry some lord in old Town or join a Sept. He wasn't sure. But he knew that couldn't be true. He would know of it. He was king he'd have to approve of it. And he would never do such a thing. He loved you to much and depended on you. His only source of comfort.

One night after a particularly long day and one to many glasses of wine he laid sprawled out on his bed in just his trousers, barely tied, exhausted. He had finally almost caught sleep when his chamber door burst open sending him flying up to sit straight, eyes bleary and unfocused. When he caught the sight.

It was then that you burst in running to hide in a corner near his bed, pulling the drapes of his bed to hide behind, crying in terror still dressed in a thin pink silk nightgown, robe forgotten in your chambers in a rush. You had ran to your elder brothers chambers not thinking just in search of protection now speaking not so clearly but understandable.

"Please don't them take me... lock the door...please... please!"*