"no, it's zaldrīzes. you need to roll your tongue. again." Aegon was on the verge of a mental breakdown when you told him to roll his tongue again, and he couldn't help but let out a snicker.

his mind was somewhere else and, if you'd let him ― in a different setting, perhaps ― he'd roll his tongue somewhere entirely else... and not just to pronounce some fancy words. but he quickly brought the goblet of wine to his mouth so he wouldn't say anything too distasteful...

you didn't have to help him after all, but Aegon came to you all upset and pouty when his younger brother Aemond had basically embarrassed him in front of his small council because he couldn't speak an ounce of high valyrian.

he felt pathetic in a way. being a king ― named after the conqueror himself ― and yet not even able to speak high valyrian. much to his misery, the language was somewhat an essential to his legacy.

so he had to learn. not that he enjoyed it ...