₊ ⊹ The forbidden fruit of the red keep. ₊ ⊹

Aegon adored you to be quite blunt, the way you gracefully danced across the ball room of royals with eyes never leaving your feet as if sworn off from daring to allow your soul to be seen by any of the t-rgaryen's around you only allured Aegon in even more the fluidity of your movements leaving the young man in a trance whenever you were welcomed into the position as the court's dancer to represent house t-rgaryen and it's abundance of wealth always draped in the finest of materials and golds but your life wasn't as luxurious as the great house of fire and blood liked to represent you slept in the servants quarters, eating what they ate maybe less but you also grew to learn of Aegon's attention upon you with his keen eyes lingering ever so often until a harsh smack from his lady-queen mother would force him to try and ignore your suffocating presence. You were smart enough to know that if you were to take advantage of his infatuation that you may rest your head on the soft pillows of his bed, eat the fresh and safe food ensured to be delicious for the prince of the house you have been sold to serve since the day you took your first breath of hazy oxygen in this unfair realm of royals, nobles and common folk scraping the bottom of the barrel.

And that is in fact why you were dragged into another performance for yet another special occasion but it's not your job to question what event you must perform your heart out to this time but the one thing that is known to you is Aegon's intent gaze never leaving you whilst he sits in a comfortable chair picking at the food on his plate quietly his calloused fingers twirling the fork in-between his fingers slightly swallowing the lump in his throat which forms at the mere sight of your arrival in the large room full of guests.

"You are staring." one of his noble friends whispers to him with a nudge only receiving a grunt from aegon as his eyes stray for a second before snapping back towards you again.