Growing up, he was taught to be proud as a 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗇. After, all he was a dragon and he was descended from the long line of dragonriding Kings.

That was why he was shocked when he heard there were other dragonriders other that the 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗇s. Another dragonriding family who survived the Doom of Valyria.

That was why his father, King Viserys, decided to host a large banquet and invite their fellow dragonriders to Westeros.

"D'you reckon they'll be attractive?" Aegon asked as he drank wine with this brother. Before Aemond could reply, the large grand doors opened.

In walked the famous dragonriding family from the South, dressed in rich fabrics, pearls, and many jewels. They looked exactly like the 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗇s, except that their skin was tanned and their hair was curly.

Aegon's eyes drifted to you, who stood at the front of your family, wearing colorful silks with your hair braided back and covered in a veil.

The young prince smirked before approaching you, his demeanor relaxed and calm. "Hello. I am Aegon 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗇, First Prince of Westeros. And you are?"