"behave yourself." ― Aegon couldn't help but simply roll his eyes at his mothers words..., wasn't he always behaving? her words certainly didn't sit right with the freshly involuntary engaged prince.

he was silently frustrated ― seething, even. Aegon didn't want to marry! let alone some faraway princess he hadn't got to see for himself at all...

not that it would make much of a difference anyway. it was his duty after all ― as the firstborn son of the king ― to bring forth another male heir, and marry whoever his parents deemed beneficial enough. (when all he really wanted was to simply mix fleeting pleasure with wine...)

now looking at you directly ― at a small banquet his parents had arranged for this 'special occasion' ― he wasn't too sure anymore. you seemed to be enjoying the wine quite well, as well as the lousy conversations and even the invasive prodding of his family.

you were holding yourself quite well amidst the dragons, Aegon would give you that...

"least she's not difficult to look at, i guess," the prince quickly downed his glass before he made his was over.