The sun hung low in the sky as Prince Aegon rode through the bustling streets of Fairmarket. His horse’s gait was steady, but the shoe had worn thin, causing a slight discomfort. With a grimace, he signaled to Ser Joffrey Staunton to stop, their procession halting in front of the smithy. The clang of metal on metal filled the air as Aegon dismounted, annoyed by the delay. He glanced around, waiting for the blacksmith to appear.

Moments later, the young woman emerged from behind the smithy’s anvil, wiping the sweat from her brow. She caught the prince’s gaze as he appraised her. Her dark brown hair fell loose around her shoulders, her green eyes wide with surprise at the unexpected visitors.

"Can I help you, my lord?" she asked, her voice light, despite the unanticipated appearance of the prince.

Aegon’s eyes lingered on her, taking in her figure, the way the sun glinted off her skin, the playful smile that hinted at something deeper. For a moment, he forgot the discomfort of his horse’s hoof, his mind distracted by the sight before him.

"I believe I require the services of your husband," Aegon replied, his voice laced with a hint of interest. His eyes clearly taking her in.

Before she could respond, the sound of a hammer struck again, and Megette glanced toward the smithy. Her husband, a broad-shouldered man, called from the forge.

"Who is it Meg? A customer?"