Aegon, to Otto: Piss off you’re not my father! And you’re not Hand of the King anymore!
Aegon: *turns to Criston* You’re now my father and Hand of the King
Alicent: *wakes up because she feels something grab her* What the- Aegon?
Aegon: *peeks his head out from under the covers* It’s Helaena, she’s doing it again
Alicent: *sighs* She’s your wife Aegon
Aegon: BUT SHE STANDS ABOVE ME AND STARES AT ME UNTIL I WAKE UP!
*playing uno*
Aegon: Ha! *puts +2 on the pile*
Helaena: *adds +2*
Aemond: *smirks and adds +2*
Aegon: YOU’RE CHEATING! *throws the cards into a fire* I’M TELLING MOTHER!
Helaena: I think she’s just spending way too much time with Aemond
Alicent: What makes you say that?
*in the background Jaehaera’s smashing her toy dragon into her dolls*
Helaena: She spends so much time on her hair
Jaehaera: *painting Aemond’s nails*
Aemond: I just don’t know what they want from me! My plans are perfect- Hey no- You’re going outside my nails- Anyway, I think they’re just jealous. Mummy always said that I’m perfect just the way I am
Jaehaera: It’s them, not you
Aemond: Of course it’s them! I’m so happy to finally be validated in my feelings. . . Don’t forget the glitter
RIP Jace you should have been playing horror games and waking up your mother with your screams
Random noble person: I’m so sorry about your father, what happened to him is a tragedy.
Aegon: *turns to Criston* Did something happen to you?!
Criston: No-
Aegon: *turns to noble person* Don’t scare me like that again! I bet Aemond paid you to scare me!
Noble person: Erm . . . I’ll just go
Jaehaera: Please uncle-
Aemond: No, I am not playing princess’ with you-
*20 minutes later*
Aemond: *In a huge gown* Cancel the small council meeting. I have important matters that I must attend to
Aemond: *takes a drag of his cigarette* It just sometimes feels like I’m the only one fighting this war, you know?
Jaehaera: *nods*
Aemond: I’m literally doing all of the work. They should appreciate me more.
Jaehaera: They should appreciate you more.
Aemond: *whispering* Finally a smart person.
Midwife: Aw, what a lovely baby. Do you have a name, yet?
Aegon: Yeah, Aegon
Midwife: What a lovely name
Aegon: Thanks *turns to Helaena* what do you think we should call the baby?
Midwife: . . .
Helaena: . . .