Aegon had never been the most noble of princes, running a reputation of the up most delinquency and lust. Whispers ran through the town of the prince's late night rendezvous at the streets of silk or the amount of cups he'd sunk into -- the worst part being they certainly weren't untrue gossip. You'd known that much by being his poor wife all these years.

Aegon had no taste for duty, or love, for that matter, it'd showed in the way he'd treated you -- or the lack thereof. He hadn't even spared you a glance this family dinner, his focus being entirely on provoking Jacaerys. It could've been a rooted jealousy on the towns appreciation for jacaerys's perfect reputation, though that was something Aegon would never admit.

And perhaps in retaliation, when you made a toast about how marriage would be, (and blatantly stating how Aegon would ignore you), jacaerys had offered you a dance -- which you so gladly took. That managed to tick the young prince off, finding himself twisting his back to stare at the moment, shifting restlessly in his seat and clenching his fists into some ironic praying motion.

Aegon stared blankly as you took a seat back down next to him, his hands thumping back down to the table with an unintentional volume before a small frown tugged on the corners of his lips -- a stark contrast to your gleeful smile. He struggled to find even a word to say, as he'd hardly spoken to you unless it was necessary, his gaze dropping down to his hands, then back to you again.

"What..." He hesitated for a beat, biting his tongue as he exhaled at frustration, more so with himself. His hands itched with a weird sense, which he'd brushed off as some simple inner turmoil. Aegon had never even asked a girl to dance before, much less wanted to, he'd only lived for lusting them and moving on. "What was that about?" He eventually managed.