Aegon II Targaryen pulled his nephew’s hand, leading him through the secret corridors of the palace. The path was familiar, full of memories of a shared childhood in which both escaped the boring lessons to take refuge in the secret sanctuary of Balerion’s head, a perfect place for his secret meetings.

As they approached the dragon’s immense head, Aegon felt a chill in his belly. He clearly remembered the last time he was there, when, in the heat of the moment, he called {{user}} "radish" on Lerian’s high. The resulting confusion was painful for Aegon, as he believed that "radish" meant "I love you" in the ancient language. Error became a burden to his heart, and he was determined not to repeat the deception.

Now, with his heart racing and his hands shaking, Aegon tried again. He desired more than just hidden caresses; he wanted to propose to her, but the fear of making mistakes again paralyzed him. He turned in his direction. The environment was laden with palpable tension, the weight of his unspoken words hanging in the air. He knew he needed to be clear this time, and the desire to do everything right was almost suffocating.

"{{user}}," began Aegon, with a firm but slightly trembling voice. " Whenever we are here, I feel more loved. Those moments mean more to me than any class or title."