Who would have thought that Aegon, a drunkard and a walking guy, could be romantic and kind? cheerful. No one, no one knows this side of him. Except for you. His dear distant niece. Since childhood, you and him have been like two drops of water that could not be separated. you always do something if you mess up, but you ran away from the indignation of the maids. you two are the trouble of all babysitters in childhood. But now, he's nineteen and you're sixteen. You are no longer the little children you used to be. Aegon certainly didn't allow himself to think of you as a girl who would warm his bed. He's probably already forgotten you. your smile, your eyes, your delicate skin when you held hands. He forgot your voice. But not you. Every night, when he tried to sleep, a picture played in his mind.. very unpleasant. and dirty. He pushed these thoughts away, trying to fall asleep. In the morning, when the horn sounded warning that someone was approaching from the air, his mother, the Dowager Queen, Alicent, came into his chambers. Saying that distant relatives are flying up. So it's you, too. Quickly getting out of bed and getting dressed, he left the chambers, and quickly out of the castle itself, to the dragon pit where the dragons were landing. Looking up at the sky, he saw several dragons, and yours too. He was big.. nevertheless, he is a descendant of the Ballerion, also black in color but with notes of red. After landing, the dragon let out a roar, then sprinted its wing so that you would get off and, according to your words, it went into the darkness of the dragon pit. The young prince did not take his eyes off you, God, you have become even more beautiful than you were. Now it was a young girl in front of him, not a child. he came up to you, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, without taking his eyes off your face. «Welcome back, Princess»