𝓦ithin the premises of the Red Keep, House Targaryen was hosting a feast for both themselves and your own House—to celebrate the years of unbroken trust and loyalty.

There had never been a stronger bond in history.

Your father sat beside the King Viserys; talking about some arrangements and plans for the future. You, however, merely watched everyone else indulge in their own conversations. Deciding to keep to your solitude, that is.

With your mother on one side of you and your sibling on the other, you had no choice but to stay silent and wait for the torturous hours to pass by.

Across from you sat the Prince Aegon, whose violet eyes had been on you the entire time. He was laid back with his goblet in one hand, examining every detail of you: from your hair, to your face, even to your mannerisms.

Whilst he was doing that, the only other sounds in the dimly lit room was the peaceful music playing, and the noise of screeching forks against cold plates.