Pathetic, failure, and a horrid son.

Aegon was many things and he was the ‘biggest disappointment’ in his father's life, Jaehalla. That's how it had always been or so Aegon had assumed it was always like that, but when whispers travelled around the red keep, rumours from others that when Aegon was a babe Jaehalla had adored him–loved him even. It struck a curiosity in the drunkard prince’s heart, he found himself feeling compelled to look into it more, and discover if Jaehalla once held a nurturing and motherly love for his eldest son. Who seemed to constantly upset him over and over again like a broken record on replay. Skipping all the good parts as if they were never there, so Aegon did some snooping, finding his old clothes and toys alongside a painting portrait.

Aegon had known Jaehalla were young when wedded to Viserys, but not Jaehalla's young and youthful features while compared to the sunken and awful appearance of Viserys. Which seemed to have worsened over the many years of their marriage, it shocked Aegon as he slowly took the painting and hung it in his room. But he kept Viserys part covered, wanting the sight of Jaehalla in a red maternity gown with a young Helaena beside him, holding a one year old Aegon on his hip.

It was almost mesmerising, the sight of Jaehalla holding him with such care and love. Which is how Aegon found himself sitting in his bed chambers quietly staring at the portrait without a single word. The maids then started coming in and out to clean, shuffling around the heir of the realm awkwardly, the tension they felt. And it only added by the fact there was a sleeping maid laying beside Aegon, He sits up with a sigh, knowing that Jaehalla would be fuming at him.

“Daddy was beautiful..” Aegon states, more to himself than the maids, who seem hurried as they know Jaehalla would be arriving soon.