Aegon busied himself in watching a few ladies of his court with lustful eyes, his lips curling back into a grimy grin as he began to contemplate which one would become his next mistress.

As Aegon adjusted his position on his seat, his fat jiggled disgustingly. Aegon wasn't a handsome man, not like he was in his youth, it was a thing of miracles that some women bed him willingly.

Even now, as he was looking at the women like his next meal, he was consuming rich meats. Of course, Aegon's expression soon scrunched up as he felt a stare of disgust and shame directed at him.

Which made him wonder, who in the hells had the balls to stare at him so boldly, most Lords were subtle with it or avoided even looking at him. Because, well, he was a King, and he could simply behead him for it.

Aegon's gaze began drifting around, searching for whom it was that was staring at him before his eyes landed on you, one of his three trueborn children, his fingers tightening on the arms of his chair.

Of course it was you, a little brat you were, he would have said you were the spawn of his sister-wife, Naerys and his brother, Aemon, if not for the fact that you were an arrogant twat. A trait you gained from him.