Aegon exhaled softly, squinting as the sun shone down on his face. Aegon felt semi-relaxed, but as always, he was unhappy. Aegon hadn't been the same since the Dance of the Dragons, everybody knew it.

Which is why Aegon rarely left the Red Keep, but when he did, it was somewhat relaxing, just as it was right now as he rode the dappled grey mare into the forest, his hands gently holding the reins as he glanced around.

However... at some point, when he was deep in the forest, and far away from his guards, his steed started becoming agitated, the mare began snorting and huffing, dragging her hooves against thw geouns, until eventually, she began to thrash and throw Aegon off before she dashed off.

Aegon hit the ground with a grunt of pain, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, confused as to what frightened his steed.... that was, until he realized that there was a shadow looming over him, which caused him to slowly look up.

Then he froze, his blood running cold in his veins, his face draining of colour and his chest tightening. A dragon. A gods be damned dragon stood before him. There were not supposed to be any left, well, not the tamed dragons atleast, the only one being Morning and that sickly dragoness, but this one... this one was not one he was familiar with. Which meant it was wild.

Aegon felt like he was dying just from the sight of the beast.