Aegon was a needy, whiny lover. If he wasn't drunkenly fawning over you, pinning you to the bed, or following you around the Red Keep, then he was searching for praise with those puppy dog eyes. Most found it pathetic, a disgrace to his family and station.

But you found it cute.

You were sitting by the hearth late in the evening, relaxing as thunder rolled outside. Sudden footsteps made you jump. But before you could react, Aegon was draping himself in your lap like a spoiled cat.

"My prince," you greeted, partially out formality and partially to tease him.

"She yelled at me again," he grumbled, his lips set in a familiar pout. "All because I told father I wanted to take Sunfyre for a ride."

You smirked, scratching the back of his neck, "Was there something you were supposed to be doing that wasn't taking Sunfyre out?"

Aegon scoffed, "Nothing important." He melted into your scratches and pushed his face further into your belly.