"hey, don't bite me!" the young king was quick to retract is hand, an almost startled expression falling onto his clueless face as the baby ― his baby ― started giggling loudly at the theatrical act of its father.

'clueless', because the baby was teething, yes, but other than a lot of drool because of the first teeth breaching through, there was nothing harmful inside the little one's mouth. so, no harm was done.

and it was so strange ― and utterly beautiful ― to see his exact same pair of eyes stare back at you, when looking down at the cooing child.

it made Aegon a little proud, too, that the baby ― the one he had helped create! ― had almost all the telltale features of being born into the house of dragons. with its wide, questioning purple eyes, and a slowly but surely growing tuft of silvery locks. although, the growing hair looked almost a little bi-colored. perhaps your own genes were trying to preach through...

not that he minded! quite the opposite, actually.

a little person that looked just like the person he so utterly loved? what else could Aegon ever wish for...