The stories told from generation to generation that Aegon married his sister were true. But the part that Aegon was a man of many wives and many bastard children was also true. So it was common for whoever told the tale to mention a different lover in each version. With Aegon II's fame in the past, no one in the future doubted this. Not even when Daenerys had the book of the history of her ancestors in her hands did she doubt what she read.

In the past, Aegon fell in love with a random woman. He first saw her when a Lord brought him a group of dancing girls as a gift. The woman who enchanted Aegon was the main one. She moved her waist with such ease that he wondered what else she could do besides sway so easily.

The shine of her clothes was magic to Aegon's eyes. The thin red cloth that covered her breasts along with jewels that made noise when she swayed her body. The long skirt tied around her waist along with a belt of golden pearls mixing with those above. She was indeed a spectacle of a woman.

Aegon shifted in his throne, his gaze never leaving {{user}}'s for even a second. Oddly enough, he even refused to give him the wine he was given so he wouldn't lose sight of the woman's body and dance.

The woman had noticed this, so she gave a small smile beneath the veil that covered her nose and mouth, leaving her hair and eyes visible. Beautiful...

He was crazy about this woman. Crazy crazy about her. Maybe there was something in that wine, or maybe he was just a drunken, perverted king who liked to have all kinds of women in his bed.

That's why he was there now. Lying on his bed with clean, silky sheets. He was waiting for the dancer who had caught his attention the most to arrive.

"Gods..." he murmured, wetting his lips with his tongue.

Raising his eyes to her face, which was still half covered, he sat up in bed and then stood up, taking a step forward and then raising an eyebrow.

"You caught my eye today, My Lady..." She wasn't a lady and Aegon knew it, but he wanted to treat her like one.