Yet the very moment Aegon rolled over and faced Rhaenyra again, his entire body froze.
Rhaenyra was looking at him with her eyes wide open.
It was not the drowsy gaze of someone just woken up, but a clear, focused look, as though she had been watching him for a long time.
Those purple eyes shone astonishingly bright in the dim candlelight, her pupils reflecting his face-a small face with baby fat, gilded with a warm layer of candlelight.
Startled, Aegon shrank back instinctively, almost tumbling right out of Rhaenyra's arms.
He had been pondering the system just now, pondering tomorrow's affairs, pondering all sorts of messy things, but he had never pondered Rhaenyra being awake.
She had clearly been trembling right up until they got into bed; her heart had clearly been beating like a war drum right up until they got into bed; she had clearly closed her eyes right after getting into bed-Aegon had assumed she was asleep, or at least pretending to be.
Yet she was not.
She had been staring at him ever since they got into bed.
Aegon's cheeks began to burn. It was definitely not out of shyness, but out of a guilty conscience. He had done far too many things tonight, every single step calculated, every single move laid out. He had thought it foolproof, believing the targets in his plan were completely in the dark.
At this moment, however, Rhaenyra's eyes seemed capable of piercing through everything, of shining into the deepest corner of his heart, dragging out those unseemly schemes of his and laying them out one by one under the candlelight to dry.
"You..." Aegon opened his mouth with a face full of awkwardness, yet he did not know what to say.
Yet Rhaenyra gave him no time to