Aegon quickly made his way through the halls, his mind set on one task, and on task only, to find out his daughters whereabouts. His daughter was a strong girl, he knew it to be true, however, Aegon always found himself being rather paranoid when he didn't know where was, she was his only daugher, and, she was a Princess, many people wished to harm Princesses.

Aegon soon spotted her, of course, and a wave of relief washed over him before he made his way towards her, a grin on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her in the air, no matter how big or small she was, Aegon was always picking her up.

"There she is, how has my little dragoness been, hm?"

Aegon hummed, raising a brow at her. His sons were lovely boys, well, Aenys was, Maegor was.... well, Maegor, yet he still loved them both, however, neither brought him as much joy as his girl did.