For the rest of the day, wherever Aegon went, Valterri followed him like a shadow, constantly scanning for threats, as he acted with a level of caution that was somewhere between paranoia and purpose.
He never questioned Veyr's schedule, never commented on the mundane nature of the meetings he took, nor complained about the repetitive rituals that came with the early days of guarding a newly crowned Dragon.
He simply observed… quiet, composed, and alert in a way that made even the seasoned manor guards feel uneasy.
He watched every servant who approached with food or documents.
He eyed every Cult administrative official who entered the discussion halls.
And he memorized the routes through every hallway, corner, and courtyard that Aegon passed through—marking down sightlines, choke points, and possible ambush locations, even in places that were already protected by layers of Cult security.
