Aegon was still young, sure - a teenager, not yet eighteen - but if there was one thing he knew was how to talk to girls.

As the young girls of court watched the young princes’s training sessions in the courtyard, he grinned and winked and shamelessly waved. When his gaze fell on you, sitting all prim and proper, he was determined to impress you.

As his brother Aemond lunged at him with his wooden sword, Aegon deflected, but not before shooting you what he hoped was a charming look.