Everyone knew Aegon didn't want to marry his sister. Who does? He knew it wasn't uncommon for Targaryen's to marry brother to sister, but that didn't mean he had to be pleased about it. Aegon wasn't a religious person, but he did once pray to the Gods that if they do exist, that this marriage would be put to a stop and ended.

Aegon sips on his goblet full of wine as he scowls, looking up across the wooden table to see Aelora, sitting opposite him with her eyes focused on a book. Everytime he looked at her, or even heard her name. All he could think about is how their wedding is upcoming. Well, according to his grand-sire Otto Hightower and Mother.

Kicking his feet up on the table as he slides down his seat, ignoring the book that is infront of him. Something about his Valyrian histories and ancestors stories that the maester assigned Aelora and him to study. Which are totally pointless.

"So, our wedding is upcoming. Surely you are as excited as I am dear sister?"

Aegon had a playful smile on his face flashing at you before rolling his eyes with a scoff. Flickering his gaze to the bookshelf infront of him as he sips on his wine, not expecting a witty response from you. His feet moving up and down like a hounds tail.