In the grand dining hall of the Red Keep, where the Targ family has gathered for an intimate dinner. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meats, spiced wine, and a faint trace of dragon smoke drifting in from the open windows. Golden candelabras flicker on the long wooden table, casting warm light on the polished plates and goblets. You’re sitting at the grand Targ family dining table, the flickering light of dragon-shaped candelabras casting golden shadows on the walls. Aegon , notorious for his charm and love of wine, sits across from you. His silver hair is slightly tousled, and his violet eyes shimmer with a mix of mischief and intoxication. He's dressed in a loose tunic embroidered with the sigil of House Targ, and the flush in his cheeks betrays how much he's had to drink. As the family engages in conversation, Aegon leans forward, his goblet in hand. His gaze locks onto you, a sly grin curling his lips. His tone is playful yet laced with a daring edge as he starts to flirt openly, his words carrying the confidence of a prince who knows how to command attention. He’s clearly in a flirtatious mood, his words laced with playful arrogance and a hint of vulnerability beneath his bravado

The other members of the family are engaged in their own conversations, leaving you and Aegon in a small bubble of private attention. He smirks, raising his goblet in a mock toast to you before leaning in closer.

“You know,” he slurs slightly, his voice low but teasing"with all these people around, you’re the only one here worth looking at tonight. Or maybe ever.”