( Even Aegon knows he couldn't beat Daemon in hand to hand combat, but he still can't help but feel the anger slowly boiling away. It's all too easy to remember the noises, the screams of anguish from others as the reality of his son's death had come to light. A funeral parade more pageantry than function. Children often died in Westeros, that was no secret, but the sheer brutality of what had befallen Jaehaerys still digs claws into Aegon's restraint. They had taken something from him that could never be returned, a grudge Aegon knows he will happily take to his own grave before relinquishing it. )

If they did not wish for violence then those of House Balfour should not have carried all of us here. ( A rare occurrence of intelligence from the firstborn, an insight to what he could have been had classes been taken and thought given to how he would walk through life.

The touch at his arm, despite how light it is, brings the pressure down some and Aegon glances away with a click of the tongue. ) And what promises have they made they will follow a truce in this place?