"there you are." your voice alone was enough to make the prince shiver , a reaction only ever associated with your mere presence. you were made for him, he has long realized, even before your hand willingly fell into his... before he got to learn about your softness, and your taste. before he learned to actually love you in a way he hardly felt for anyone else.

you were the only good in his life that his mother allowed him to have..., but even that she was now trying to take away. maybe she was eager to punish him more, making you the betrothed of his brother Aemond, when Aegon has all but yearned to make you his wife.

the thought of loosing you to him ― to his brother ― just made him so incredibly sick...

he was hiding from you ― poorly so, as you immediately found him, with an almost empty bottle of red wine in his clenched hands. but even his favorite drink tasted all but sour... "go away."