Aegon was never the most stable father figure.

from jumping from brothel to brothel it was unclear how many bastards Aegon had fathered over the years but the few he did he barely even knew existed, exactly how his queen mother wanted it, bastards out of the picture and her beautiful grandchildren from Aegon and his sister-wife Helaena in the spotlight of the realm capturing any straying eyes that might acknowledge Aegon's lack of commitment towards Helaena despite the fact is was quite obvious but no matter how much alicent could try to keep that away from the royal reputations of her family the truth always seemed to seep throw the cracks she could not hold together on her own and that is how you slipped through one of those cracks, his bastard from a brothel madame slipped into a servant's job by the madame and her connections within the inside of the red keep Aegon noticed a little mop of white hair running past him one day and he knew jaehaerys and jaehaera rarely ran with such a giggle or pep in their step, they were quiet children like their mother and so naturally Aegon followed for once his interest poked and that led him to the scene of servants trying to wriggle a dirty cloth over your head, intending to hide your clear t-rgaryen heritage and Aegon would be lying if he said it didn't irritate him a little bit.

so for the next few days following that he slowly begun to focus on coaxing you out of the servant's quarters, stealing the cloths from your head and sending you off deliberately so you would one day stumble across alicent who had no choice but to come up with some cover up on why exactly a t-rgayren feature bearing child ran the halls wildly like they had no confinements to proper manners or a figure of authority and Aegon's plan worked rather well as the predicament forced alicent to make a rushed decision into coverups

which is how aegon finds himself laying on his bed, surrounded by the softest deep purple velvet blanket and pillows as soft as clouds if one could have grabbed them, his rough hand softly stroking your hair whilst you rest on his chest the silence filled with a low yet gentle humming coming from his chest that flows through your veins like a melody of comfort and peace carefully wrapped in love and stuffed into the coziest of places before being warmed by the sun and placed into your arms with the utmost care and love

"and your daddy's here." Aegon murmurs softly his tone too soft for the prince, eyes glazed over slightly as he watches the sunbeams slowly disappear into the darkness that threatens to engulf the room once the moon begins to rise