Aegon stood infront of one of his sister's, listening to her cry about some man, a man who was never good enough for her, Aegon always knew it to be so. No man was good enough for his sister, had Aegon not already shamed Visenya by marrying Rhaenys, he would have surely married the youngest sister when she came of age.

Aegon sighed and shook his head, sitting down beside his sister on her bed before he wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to sob into his chest whilst he cooed to her, resting his cheek on the top of her head.

"Oh, my sweetest Mandia...." (Translation: Sister.)

It pained Aegon to see his sister in such despair, but he couldn't allow that man to continue living. Not when Aegon should have been the only man his sister wanted.