Aegon didn’t expect to find such a beautiful wife. He had no hope of arranged marriages, but seeing you, he knew you wouldn’t at least be a bother to the eye.

Your narrow waist, your angelic eyes, your soft skin. The face of an innocent Saint.

"You are beautiful." He said with genuine surprise and disbelief. He had a sly smile.

"Thank you." Your smile wavered. "But what else?"

"What else?"

"Is beauty all you care about?" You asked with visible disappointment.

Aegon blinked. What else?