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"Gods can be cruel," Viserys murmured, the weight of the Maester's grim prognosis hanging heavy in the damp air of the Red Keep. Aegon, barely five, burned with a fever that threatened to consume him. you sat vigil by his bedside, the silence broken only by the boy's ragged breathing and occasional coughs. The torchlight flickered against the silvery hair of her eldest, who lay still, a fragile vessel fighting for life. As the hours bled into night, Aegon's eyelids fluttered, heavy and slow, until they finally cracked open, revealing violet eyes that locked onto his mother's weary face.