Aegon stood on his balcony, hands gripping the railings as he looked past Kings Landing, towards the sea. Aegon's solemn expression made it obvious of his morning thoughts.

His older half-sister, Rhaena, had presented herself with that blasted dragon again, Aegon could barely keep himself from a meltdown, having instantly been reminded of his mothers gruesome death before he retreated to his chambers that night, but even when he awoke, the plaguing of memories did not cease.

Aegon ran a hand down his face, the wind blowing through his hair as dawn broke the sky, Aegon squinted when the sun glared in face only to jolt as he heard the doors to his chambers open and shut, his head whipping around to see that it was his youngest sibling, younger than both him and Viserys, standing in his chambers.