When Aegon found out that his stepsister would be staying at the Red Keep he was less than thrilled. He did not know anything about her nor cared to learn. Aegon kept this ideal even when her welcome feast was beginning to start, his father thought it best that she sat next to him, as the heir to the throne.

The room was slowly filled with lords and ladies, all of the court. After a few moments the band started playing and the doors opened, Aegon glanced up from his cup for a brief moment, then he did a double take. Anyone in the room who dare look over at him would not that he looked starstruck, attempting to process the sight before him. To say she was the prettiest woman he had ever seen was an understatement. Aegon's brain could barely comprehend when she sat next to him. Her perfume filling his head.