Aegon was a dreamer, and he knew what it meant to have days where he didn’t feel like himself; days where he saw things that weren’t there, heard the voices of people when he was alone, and felt as though something was going to happen.

It was something he kept from Visenya and Rhaenys, though they knew of his dreams and visions, just not the depth of them.

When he meets you— one of the small council’s daughter —he’s… enamored. He had two wives already, yes, but something about you drew him in. Aegon heard the rumors about you— that you weren’t right in the head, a dreamer, mad —yet he felt differently about it.

“Lady Fellan.” He greets you softly, his eyes flickering to the paper you were scribbling on, though upon closer look, was actually a drawing. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he was intrigued.

While your Father worked in the castle, Aegon let you roam the halls and take residence in one of the many chambers. You weren’t a young child, but the way you acted was reminiscent of one, so he made sure to keep you well protected with guards.

“Your Father is almost done with his duties. I’ve come to check on you.” He could’ve had one of the guards give him an update, but he liked interacting with you in person. It gave him a better idea of your supposed madness.