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Just a Man

Summary: When the king falters his queen is always there by his side

Pairing: Aegon the 3rd Targaryen x Jaehaera Targaryen

Warning: Language, implied PTSD, panic attack, small spoilers to Fire and Blood, angst

Words: 715

A/N: I swear everything I write about these two happens at 1 AM

Aegon was sitting in another small council meeting. He was unsure of where his mind was until he noticed the trembling in his hands. His eyes shifted toward the man with pale hair seated beside him. Aegon leaned close to him and whispered one instruction into his ear.

“Get my wife, now.”

Aegon wasn’t sure what happened next. He was sure that he ordered his lords out of the council meeting. Somewhere there he heard himself yelling because they weren't leaving fast enough. He was curled up on the floor when an argument broke outside the council room.

“The king said to let her in,” Gaemon’s voice rose against someone else.

“A maester is better suited to help his grace,” someone responded.

“Let her in,” Aegon ordered from his place in the corner.

“But your grace what can she do that a maester can’t?” Someone dared ask.

Aegon snapped “, I’m not asking for a maester am I, my lord? I’m asking for my fucking wife.”

The doors were opened. Aegon lifted his eyes up. Gaemon walked inside and following closely was Jaehaera. She turned back to Gaemon and asked him something. His friend responded before closing the door behind him. The noise outside the council room seemed to move away.

“Aegon, I’m here.” She moved toward his side. “I asked Ser Gaemon to take the lords away.”

His hands were shaking. She grabbed them. 

“It’s alright, it's just the two of us now.”  

His eyes wavered. Jaehaera sat beside him on the floor.

“What do you need me to do?” She asked. 

The pounding in his ears was still prevalent. He couldn’t focus well on her voice.

“Do you want me to get you something?” “No.” He shook his head. “Please just stay with me.”

Jaehaera nodded. She shifted to position herself in front of him. Gently she cupped his face. 

He leaned forward and nestled his face into her neck. His arm reached back and pulled her close. He was terrified that she would freeze or become limp in his grasp. If he scared her away, he wouldn’t forgive himself.

His thoughts went silent when her fingers ran through his hair. That was all it took for him to begin to cry. He hated himself at that moment, how quickly he broke and turned into a hysterical child. This was the king of the seven kingdoms. Pathetic, he thought to himself.      

Jaehaera stroked his hair while he sobbed into her embrace. He thanked the Gods for the patience they gave his wife as she said nothing until he slowly stopped. She held him at that point. The smell of her skin reminded him of the wildflowers in the Godswood. The soft beating of her heart was the only thing he heard. Tear stains formed on the neckline of her dress. He felt guilty when he noticed. 

“Are you alright?” She asked in a quiet voice.

He managed a nod against her skin.

“Do you wish to speak about it?”

He remained silent. That said enough.

“Do you want water, Egg?” She paused a moment. “Do mind if I call you Egg?”

“You already have,” he pointed out. “I don’t mind.”

“I simply don’t want to call you something you don’t like.”

“Jaehaera, we’ve been married for years and have a child, you can call me whatever you please.”

“Just being sure, my lord husband.”

“Never mind any name except that. I hate that,” he said bluntly.

“How quickly you change your mind, my lord.” There was a hint of amusement in her tone.

Aegon lifted his head up, looking her in the eyes. “Don’t call me that either. Don’t call me anything to do with my station or title. You’re not below me, you just saw a king cry after all.”

Jaehaera brushed away the dried tears on his cheeks. 

Aegon sniffled. “Thank you.”

“Of course, you called.”

“Not that. Thank you for staying.”

Jaehaera smiled. “I always will.”

Aegon remembered the memories that set him off earlier. Memories from the war…of them.

“Don’t make promises you aren’t sure you’ll keep,” he whispered.

She seemingly noticed his change in demeanor and leaned closer. “I’m staying Aegon, now and until the end.”

Aegon found himself agreeing. Just them now and until the end.

I like to think that this is a first step to them getting close to each other and only a few others like Gaemon are aware of Aegon's panic attacks

Hey guys, since today is April 1st I will be uploading the leading choice, however, if when the poll ends there is another winner, I will do that fic too since it's only fair.

Leading fic is here.

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