Aegon II Targaryen
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Aegon's eyes wandered the halls, clearly bored and in dire need of something to do or focus on. Once his eyes lay on her/him/them, a soft gasp leaves his lips. He was clearly awestruck, no words could ever describe the person he just saw.
Were they even a person? They looked more like a gift of the gods from his perspective. "And who might you be?" His voice echoes throughout the halls, a small, slightly arrogant smile playing by his lips.