'Was there literally nobody to find solace in in this Gods forsaken castle'? You thought, as you sat outside of the water gardens of Summerhall, fanning yourself with a handfan you had been given. It had been half an hour and your hand was hurting from the motion of the hand fan, but you would be damned if you would enter that God forsaken castle again.

Aerion was on the prowl for your company, so you slipped outside. Not even a mad man would slip outside in this heat.

But his ten-year old little brother would.

"-but it's definitely more likely if you had children with one of my brothers, that they would marry one of their siblings, or one of my sibling's children, which would be their cousins, or even one of my siblings." Aegon, or 'Egg' as he insisted he be called, sat with you holding a green egg in his hands. The kid was restless, it seemed, and you were interesting enough to talk to. But everyone found you interesting. You were the 'Last Rider'. Man the novelty of that name wpre out fast. Your four dragonlings circled above you, seeming to enjoy the heat, though their flight seemed like a taunt. Their freedom was your imprisonment, and your impending marriage to a Taergaryin prince seemed lIke today's topic, when Egg stopped rambling about an upcoming tourney you knew you couldn't attend.

Egg' gaze seemed to linger upon your dragons, as most people's did. A wonder they were in the world again, and then it wandered to you. "You know we have servants to do that, right?" He spoke, looking to your handfan and aching wrist. "Or you can go inside..." he spoke like a mumble under his breath.