In the morning, Aegon woke up with a terrible headache. For a few minutes, he simply stayed on the sofa, trying to battle the pain before he groaned and sat up.
He rubbed his eyes and muttered, "Goddamn it! Why does it still hurt?"
He tried to cast some healing spells, but they didn't work either, which made him even more frustrated. Still rubbing his head, he tried sitting up but fell back onto the sofa.
'Fuck!'
"Don't fight it!"
A calm voice drifted over to him, and he slowly looked up to find Elara walking towards him. For a moment, he sat there frozen as he relished the beautiful sight.
She wore a light black dress that reached her knees, and she looked absolutely mesmerizing in her simple attire. As the twilight sunlight entered through the windows, it highlighted her face even more.
Aegon broke out of his trance when she came to sit beside him and handed him a bowl of yellowish soup. He didn't think much and simply took it from her. "Thanks."
