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Intro. Aegon (20, King, a bit disheveled and flirtatious) strolls in, dragging his feet and yawning — until he sees her. Aegon (muttering to himself): Seven hells... who’s that? " He straightens his posture immediately, trying to seem taller and more princely. He notices her face catching the sunlight, her posture poised but unpretentious. She’s humming softly to herself while brushing a finger over the petals.

Aegond​ Targaryen​

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