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affection is a remedy for many a problem

continuation of a contended husband is no menace to the kingdom

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Aegon doesn't entirely change just because he feels loved and cared for, no. The trauma and lack of affection in his childhood still incites his drinking, but it's to a lesser degree. Still, it's not uncommon for his niece to wake to his slumbering frame reeking of cheap Flea Bottom ale, his late night antics with his sleazy friends having ended with the guards dragging his body into their shared chambers in the early morn. One would think she would be repulsed by such situations, and yet, Aegon often finds himself in the large tub with his wife washing his hair, her delicate hands bringing a soothing pressure to his waning headache. The Prince would be silent as a deep sense of shame settles over him, his expression settling into a grimace as he remembers the conversation that led him to Flea Bottom this time. His mother had been yelling at him for declaring his lack of desire for the throne - a desire that had never increased no matter the number of conversations they had. A sharp slap to his cheek before she sent him away from her chambers had been his final straw. He didn't remember much after that. Aegon is thankful that his sweet wife understands him, knowing he is trying to be better for her. She is always by his side.

The one thing that cheers him up the most is seeing his sweet little babies. The twins had come soon in the course of their marriage and though he'd been reluctant to become a father, there was soon nothing more important to him than caring for his children. He saw opportunities for redemption in them, and his wife was so good with them. She was motherly in a way that his own mother had never been, always coddling them and squeezing them tightly, praising them and laving them with affection. To see his own children loved so much healed something in Aegon. The married couple spend many hours together with the children in the nursery each day, playing with them and conversing. When the Twins had learnt of their mother's second pregnancy they had become even more excitable, always babbling to the babe and asking when their brother or sister would be born. As Jaehaera clings to her father and plays with his matching silver strands, Aegon can only look over at his wife and Jaehaerys as he presses his ear to her stomach, seeking to hear the babe. His heart swells at the realisation that he finally has a family that love him, and he who loves them more than anything in the world.

(I 100% believe half of Aegon's problems could be solved with a lot of love and affection)

The first art I ever did of Aegon and my OC from Burning Jasmine (in celebration of it hitting 2k kudos).

to anyone who might care

i have made a tough decision. A really really tough decision to forever erase and delete something which I created. The only thing which got most kudos and most comments and i know many people out there loved it.

This is about the fic I wrote called 'Born to Die' which had an si/oc in HoTD/dance era fire and blood. The problem is this one of my worst written thing. I myself cringe and it is endorsing but I just don't like it. I don't like the way I have written it and so many things could have been done better in it. Especially the other characters who definitely should not only revolve around one character, this was such a disaster! Agghhhh! And the dialogues and the details, I just don't like it.

I know we shouldn't be perfectionist in art but atleast there should be satisfaction. And that satisfaction for an artist is perfection.

so I have come up with a solution. It is not as simple as to just delete it. Nor as complex as to edit and rewrite everything.

I am going to start another story because I want to do something with this idea. I want to write it and this time I want to execute it better.

I have more ideas to make it better like The starting chapter itself should have more depth and give us how and who Vittoria Cirraulo is. And I don't think in this story she is going to end up marrying Aegon again. They definitely are main pair but not married to each other (this is so new to me). Also I want to write the politics in the court better which seemed non existent in Born to Die.

So this will be a updated premium version of that story and I will delte the previous one. I will also give it a new title.

Aegon could be an insufferable, drunken idiot who loved to mock the legitimacy of your brothers and anyone else who could be called an illegitimate or bastard son, but when it came to you, he became a completely different person.

Aegon as a child was sweet and gentle with you, attentive and always respectful when it came to you. You were his only support in that place, he found comfort in your arms every time his mother scolded him and lost her patience to the point of hitting him, or every time his father ignored him and made him feel less. Most people ignore all the mistreatment and traumas that the young prince carried on his shoulders, being you the only one who stood by his side, preventing him from getting out of control and causing even more problems.

As an adult, Aegon became even more demanding of you, and it didn't help that after years of courting you, you became his wife instead of his sister, Helaena. Aegon lived glued to you, there was no way or reason that could make him separate his hands from your body, and not innocently.

Aegon loved you, he was aware that thanks to you he was a better man; his vice for wine had diminished to the point that he hardly drank any more, or only one glass in some important celebration, he had abandoned his "friends" in the silk street as soon as you found out what he did there when his duties overtook him and he needed special attention. He was a completely different man, unrecognizable even to his own mother's eyes.

Thanks to you, he had given up all addictions. With the consequence of becoming addicted to you.

Every hour of every day, Aegon was by your side, as if his world revolved around you just as he had expressed to you on a certain night where his nightmares exasperated him. You had grown accustomed to his insistence, and had even grown fond of the idea that he needed you so much that he would follow you to the bathroom every morning.

If you asked Aegon what time of the day he loved to share with you he would say it was definitely the mornings or the evenings, specifically the time when you could both rest in the comfort of the large bed in his huge bedchamber.

Aegon felt that this was his place in the world, with his face buried between your naked breasts and his hands on any part of your body, your soft caresses managed to relax any muscle in his body while he was distributing hickeys and bites on your sensitive skin. You were intoxicating, you had him addicted with your scent and your warmth.

Aegon was the happiest man in the world when he saw you panting and moaning, your sweaty body trembling on or under him, his member deeply buried in you while he had a magnificent view of your breasts moving with the strong thrust of his hips against yours. A sadistic part of him greatly enjoyed making you cry…in bed, of course. His member always stiffened every time he saw you in ecstasy from the pleasure he gave you, he took pride in knowing that his beloved was being satisfied, his ego went through the roof every time his name escaped your lips in screams that, surely, would run down every hallway of the Red Keep.

Aemond in the next room wouldn't be too happy, I guess.