“Aegon II, born 107 AC in King's Landing, placed into the arms of his loving mother the lady {{user}} he was a plumper babe with legs that kicked fiercer than a goat's, a dragon if the maester's ever saw one.” — It had been a few days since the birth of the young prince, your sweet boy Aegon was one of the healthiest princes in all the land he never strayed far from your side, screaming his little lungs out to the point of scratchy coughs when he could no longer cry with tear-stricken cheeks and an exhausted wet nurse trying her best to soothe him to no avail, as it became clear his screeches of anger and disappointment at being torn from his dearest mother would not be silenced till he felt his body against your chest it became a usual to see you carrying Aegon around the red keep or perhaps even to your closest servants bathing with him beside you in a bassinet and it was simply one of those days where Aegon had fussed and fussed because you just had the audacity to assume you could leave him to sleep supervised by your husband, but in-fact you were inherently wrong with your assumptions as it took a mere minute before your handmaiden was carrying in Aegon who tries his hardest to open those little eyes still yet to adjust to being out of the womb as his hands grasp air

"My lady, I apologise but he was disrupting the castle." Your handmaiden explains softly as she approaches, setting Aegon into the bassinet which had been there as a 'just in case' which came true, as Aegon is set down, he coos softly wriggling his red little feet to kick at the frills of the wooden basinet drying tears on his cheek though only a few as your handmaiden avoided an over-the-top tantrum by rushing to your bathing chambers as another maid scrubs at your fingertips softly with a scented sponge with warm water from the wooden bath you currently sit in, the atmosphere calm but the silence is filled by Aegon's slight gurgles and a few little sneezes from the heavy musk of oils your maid put in the bath to soothe your sore body.