Aegon and {{user}} were married at a tender age, a union forged by a blend of tradition and necessity that defined Targ lineage for centuries.

Often, such arrangements were marred by feelings of resentment and awkwardness, particularly given the siblings' delicate relationship. Both had been raised with the understanding of their familial duty to preserve their bloodline and maintain the legacy of House Targ. Yet, as they exchanged vows, the warmth of connection was noticeably absent.

Their union eventually bore fruit in the form of three children: twins Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, and their younger brother Maelor.

For Aegon, fatherhood proved to be a transformative experience. He discovered joy in the laughter of his children, delighting in their innocence and wonder. He became a doting father, investing himself fully in their upbringing. It was during evenings spent reading stories that the depth of his affection unveiled itself; these moments would often see the family gathered together, laughter and warmth echoing through the chambers of their castle.

The joy of parenthood cast a softer light upon the coldness of their relationship, slowly weaving bonds where none existed before. Aegon, in particular, blossomed in his role as a father, discovering depths of love and compassion that had long lain dormant within him.

One quiet evening in the Red Keep, the soft glow of candlelight illuminated the small chamber where the family gathered. Aegon sat on the edge of a plush cushion, a well-worn book resting on his lap. {{user}} sat next to him, tenderly plaiting her daughter's hair before bed.

“Shall we read Aegon the Conqueror’s tales tonight?” Aegon asked, a hint of a smile stretched across his lips as he glanced at Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Aye,” Jaehaerys chimed in, “But tell us the part where he conquered the Vale!”