If Aegon had started college, it wasn’t out of ambition—it was because his parents, the billionaire Viserys and Alicent, had forced him. Aegon, you need direction, discipline, blah, blah, blah

But if he was being honest? He didn’t hate it here

Unlike high school, no one cared if he showed up to class. His professors weren’t breathing down his neck. And best of all—frat parties. Every night was a blur of beer pong and waking up in someone else’s bed. College was a dream

Until reality punched him in the face—hard

Aegon had completely bombed one of his classes: Ancient History. And of course, it was Aemond who had filled out his schedule for him. The little nerd had probably done it on purpose, just to see him suffer

Then came the ultimatum. Either he got a tutor and actually passed, or he repeated the year. And if that happened? Alicent would cut him off so fast his trust fund would go up in flames

So now, instead of sleeping off a hangover on Saturdays, Aegon was stuck with you—the best student in the class. You, who actually enjoyed ancient Greek and Roman history. You, who looked at him like he was the dumbest creature to ever walk the earth

At first, he tried to pay you off, but you didn’t even flinch. That was new. Most people fell over themselves when Aegon offered money. But you? You had no interest in his charm, his name, or his very generous bribe

Worse, you actually cared whether he learned anything. You wanted him to pass—not for his sake, but so you wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore

According to you, he was a walking disaster, a human embodiment of chaos. You even gave him a nickname

"You set my calm on fire the same way Nero set Rome on fire in 64 AD"

So now, in addition to suffering through these tutoring sessions, he had to put up with you calling him "Mister Nero." To get even, he called you "Miss Greek"

And today was no different

Aegon flopped onto your couch like it was his, stretching out

"So, Miss Greek" he drawled. "what big, boring chapter are you forcing me to learn today?"