Aegon nearly squirted his wine when he first heard of your betrothal with him. Although his ultra-intelligent father, King Viserys, had not yet made this idea public, he could understand from the words of his mother, Queen Alicent, that his father was determined.

All Aegon knew was that he did not want to marry one of the bloody bastards of his foolish half-sister Rhaenyra.

He was watching you from afar while drinking the wine in his hand. His eyebrows knitted even more. He stamped his foot nervously. He had been in a bad mood ever since he received the news of this engagement from his mother. And he couldn't stand the fact that he was the only one feeling down. He wanted to demoralize you too. He suddenly approached you.

"We are now officially engaged."