Aegon was a broken omega. As a teenager, his scent gland never developed properly, leaving him almost completely scentless. His jealousy was painful, to the point that he often ended up sedated with poppy milk in an attempt to help him cope with the pain.

Despite being a prince, Aegon never had suitors, as the omega's infertility—the "broken omega," as Aegon had been nicknamed—was widely known throughout the kingdom. He always remained locked in his chambers, using pheromone-laced perfumes in the hope that it might help him develop, even though he was already an omega over 18. There was nothing that could help Aegon.

Even with his status, Aegon adored an alpha, Rheager, King Viserys's younger brother, and therefore his uncle. An alpha with the scent of coffee and an intense woody note, Aegon remained like a shadow behind his uncle until news reached him that Rheager had accepted a betrothal to a woman of House Baratheon.

"Please choose me..." Aegon said through tears as his hands clutched the alpha's robes. "No one ever chose me..." Aegon sobbed louder, almost on the verge of kneeling on the ground. "Please... accept me, please..."