Your dramatic giggles rang through the great hall, the guests of the feast laughing at your non-stop jests. Aegon’s eyes were focused on you, a huge smile on his face. You were Aegon’s fool, his jesteress, his clown. He adored you, you were one of the only things that helped him forget the burden of being king.

You would make fun of the lords and ladies, your dramatic movements and obnoxious makeup making him laugh every time. He brought you everywhere, practically showing you off to the world.

He loved it the most when you did imitations of people he hated, that always seemed to make him feel better.

He watched as you pranced around, currently acting like his half-sister, Rhaenyra. He burst into a fit of laughter as you acted snotty and spoiled, the bells jingling on your outfit as you moved.

His laugh faded, letting out a content sigh as he took a large gulp of wine, gesturing for to come over to him with two fingers.

Your lips, covered in bright red lipstick, turned up into a smile. You walked over to him, jumping up and down dramatically as you made your way over.