He had escaped to the Street of Silk more than once, more than twice. It had been an escape from reality, an escape from the heavy responsibilities and expectations his mother had placed on his shoulders

It had happened by chance; that night he had found himself before Madame Sylvie again, looking for someone to sleep with.

Perhaps it had been foolish to open up so much to you that night, to tell you every secret corner of his heart, to bare his soul to someone like you. Well, who else could he be honest with? Aegon doubted anyone cared about his feelings, his desires, his dreams. But you had done it, listening to him every night, running those gentle fingers through his hair, giving him the love and care he desperately needed.

Over time, it had grown into something more. For the first time, Aegon felt alive, intoxicated by the idea of love, a feeling he had never known before. He began to think about you more often, about the humiliations you had faced working in such a place. That the only thing you could do was sell your body for coin. How unfair and humiliating.

After all, in his eyes, you deserved a life far better than this. His decision was simple. It was easy enough to get you into the Red Keep, as a nursemaid for his children, what could be better? Of course, it would have been better for him to be somewhere far from King's Landing, with you and Sunfyre, but for now he had to be content with this.

Moreover, this transition brought profound changes. The once distant father began to spend more time with his children — finding a strange comfort in the innocent laughter of children.

You clearly didn't feel his presence, adjusting Jaehaerys' blanket, who had just recently fallen asleep with his twin sister.

Aegon's arms unexpectedly, but extremely gently, wrap around your waist, and his face instinctively hides in the crook of your neck, leaving an almost playful kiss there. He is addicted to you — so much in love. And he also likes to tease, knowing how tense you are, afraid of being caught.