After Rhaenys’ death in battle, along with her mighty dragon Meraxes, Aegon had been crushed. He hated that she wouldn’t be able to see the fruits of their labor grow— to see their son, Aenys, take the Iron Throne and claim his dragon —but he wasn’t allowed the luxury of mourning.

Alongside Visenya and her dragon, Vhagar, they had razed the Dornish continent as revenge. It didn’t make him feel better, not when he arrived at the Keep to Aenys’ small face. The boy wasn’t even old enough to know his Mother had died, and it made his heart ache every time he looked at his son.

That’s the only reason you’re allowed into his home during such a tumultuous time.

Truthfully, it was Visenya’s idea, as she knew Aegon wasn’t equipped to care for a child. She would’ve done it herself— had she not been on Dragonstone caring for her son —so he was ‘gifted’ you.

He didn’t particularly like the idea of a stranger watching his son, yet… he found himself uncaring towards you. Aegon liked to watch as you care for his son, quickly taking on the role of Mother, and even going so far as to breastfeed him.

He knew it was your duty, but he couldn’t help but fantasize about you sometimes. You were beautiful— almost as beautiful as Rhaenys —and watching you care for their son like she would’ve…

It mended his heart.