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“Why can’t you stay a bit longer, sister ?” Aegon inquired, his tone nothing short of petulant as he followed {{user}} like a lost puppy would follow its more experienced kin.

Oh, how woeful and dramatic he could be, the young prince, whenever his half-sister left King’s Landing once again : if she stayed more than a few hours, he was sure all the problems in his life would be distant memories. He’d never really cared, when Rhaenyra had left for Dragonstone—even though, with her, the eldest had taken her bastard children, his friends of a sort—but that was simply because he’d never tried to bond with her, and neither did she.

“Sister, don’t ignore me.”

The pitiful whining in the back of his throat subsided as the second and youngest daughter of King Viserys and the late Queen Aemma was joined by her dragon, who had clearly been busy devouring some big fish he’d snatch from the waters of Blackwater Bay. Grey Ghost let out a low growl, certainly not inclined to share his food—as if anyone wanted it—clearly requesting his rider to wait a few minutes so he could enjoy his meal in the peace he wanted.

Now, the gods were on Aegon’s side. Or, so he’d like to think, he hadn’t been very attentive, last time his mother, Alicent, took him to the Great Sept to pray.

Being the opportunistic boy of five-and-ten he was, he quickly stepped closer to {{user}}, smiling brightly. “You could leave in the morrow,” he offered, his hand finding his older sister’s shoulder as he leaned against her.