Aegon was bored to death at this funeral.

Why had his mother Queen Alicent and his father King Viserys forced him to come? He didn't care that a distant cousin had died. He didn't know her.

But now he was here, in Driftmark where this horrible sea wind was blowing that was completely messing up his hair. Oh, the wine is good and the maids rather cute. He tried to stay positive while drinking his umpteenth glass.

Leaning against the stone walls of the balcony, Aegon looked at the guests. His violet irises were attracted to a pretty girl his age with white hair typical of the descendants of the ancient valerya, you.

Aegon vaguely remembered you, a distant cousin, a Valeryon or a Ta.rg.ary.en? He didn't know anymore. But he remembered having to share toys with you as a child. But at the time, according to his memories, he found you ugly and did not hesitate to repeat it to anyone who would listen.

He was so bored at this funeral (and he was already well taken by the wine), that he decided to approach you theatrically.

"My cousin, it's been a long time since we saw each other. You have become a real woman since we were children," he said in a voice trying to be honeyed, or sensual, but failed. He tried to imitate the men he had seen trying to seduce prostitues in the street of silk during his secret excursions outside the castle. "I don't remember you having such... curves at that time."