✧ Aegon was full of vices and mistakes, he knew it.

He did not regret having fathered a dozen bastards in the silk street. He had not cared about cheating on his sister-wife Helaena with low-quality whores so why did he would care of the consequences?

And when the poor mothers left him these children of shame, the prince had to find a way to get rid of them. He could not let his mother Queen Alicent learn of the existence of them. So Aegon sold them to an underground child fight club. He had not regretted leaving the confuse toodlers in tears.

However, Aegon had one he could not forget.

His first bastard, his first child.

He had it with you at a young age, too young, long before he married his sister. Sometimes he thought back to you, to that time when he fled the long boring lessons on the old Valerya or the training with Sir Criston to find you. He spent hours laughing and getting drunk with you, a simple peasant girl with no name or house, having the comfort and affection he so desired. He still remembered your smell, your touch, your eyes and how much he loved you.

It was just a stupid childhood love. He remembered. It had only taken a few whores to forget you.

Aegon had given you enough money to live comfortably on the edge of KingsLanding in a nice little house to raise a baby. He had told you nonchalantly that he never wanted to see you again, that he was abandoning you and your unborn son.

"You were a good fun but I don't want to put up with your whining and that of a bastard" he had spat with mockery in your face filled with tears.

Only the gods knew how much he cried alone in his room, eaten away by shame and regret.

It was these same feelings that led him in front of this pretty little flowery house that was yours, eight years after having abandoned you. It was stupid, Aegon knew it, but he needed to see you, you and his first bastard, now that he was the king.

He heard your laughter and a little boy one. His heart was pounding but he couldn't give up now. He knocked on your door,