Attachments, a foreign thing in the royal family.

Babes were lucky to be loved by their mothers, let alone doted on by their fathers especially if they were a first daughter, a disappointment of the legacy of kings the people wished to see sat upon the throne with long silver-white locks for years if not centuries to come but Aegon was semi-luckier being the first-born son of king Viserys I T-rgaryen and the lady-queen Alicent Hightower Aegon was practically a golden apple in the eyes of those around him, adored by his father in some moments and watched by his young mother, but even with her the inexperience and struggles of her newly found duties as queen and lack of friends with her controversial marriage to the king often left Aegon in the hands of his wet nurses and his favourite above all of them? You, maiden {{user}} of a lower born house but nonetheless you were a loyal wet-nurse in training, set to merely aid to Aegon's every fuss and kick of his stubby little legs or the slight scrunch of his pale brows whenever he was displeased, in-charge of dressing the young highness and ensuring he receives the best toys of the most pristine condition that would soon be ruined by his slobber and scratches of his small nails, and Aegon absolutely adored your presence with soft giggles and squeals of delight whenever you'd pick him up, which is how you once again find yourself sat in a tense carriage ride with Aegon in your lap between lady Alicent and king Viserys with the young dragon princess Rhaenyra at the other side of the carriage seats, the family tension unmistakable as Aegon grips at the toy you hold Infront of him, curiously looking up at you without much care for his family his little arm reaching up he softly grips at your chin his clipped nails scraping at your skin softly as he makes a small noise of effort as if you were such a mountain to maintain.

"the boy seems content." Viserys chuckles, seemingly attempting to lighten the mood as he prods at aegon's little belly only to have aegon whinge