Aegon was what you could possibly call your friend, despite being raised..in the same damn place.

He had always thought of you as a older sister, an odd presence in his life, sure, considering he had Helaena (whom he regarded as nothing more then a silly girl, with no prospects.) and his brother (a dour sourpuss in need of a good shag.)

You on the other hand he regarded as a normal human being, a normal girl with prospects that were there, sure, but not for him for once. He had only have ever seen your relationship with him to be platonic, in the most wonderful of terms.

You sadly had left a year ago, some trip with your older brother..to Dorne. Now he would have paid hundred in gold dragons to see you in Dorne, considering your strict disposition and no nonsense ways, that kept him in line and away from brothels (sometimes)

And for a whole year, he awaited your return.

You can imagine his confusion when you jumped off your carriage, with all of your pretty hair chopped off. Short and ragged along the edges, like you had tried to do it. He noticed the way you shifted awkwardly in your gown. The crawling uncomfort that sprawled across your body. Something was wrong. Aegon might be a nasty mutt, but he knew something was off.

He stopped you in your chambers that same night, perked brow and roguish smirk that reminded you far to much of Prince Daemons, apples never fall far.

You for once spilled your secrets,bursting into tears. You couldn't bear not to tell him. “I want to be a boy, Aegon!” you sniffled. “I’ve cut all my hair off, and I-Ive trained with swords in Dorne.. So many girls turn to boyhood there, did you know that?” your tears ran freely for once, much to his surprise.

“A boy?” he scoffed. “Well, your never going to be one like that.” he ran over exaggerated eyes over your gown. He didnt much care for the reason behind your sudden want for boyhood, if you wanted to be a fool, he would let you. “Come now, dear dollop. I’ll help you.” he snorted.