Aegon II Targaryen

Pre-Dance of the Dragons | A Soft Letter and a Sharp Tongue

You’ve always hated that prince.

Aegon Targaryen — loud, lazy, smug beyond reason. A crown-chaser with wine on his breath and jokes sharper than they deserve to be.

A walking complication.

A permanent pain in your ass.

You liked the other one. And now — finally — you're ready to say it.

A letter. Unsigned. Honest. Folded neatly and scented with too much hope.

But fate is a bastard. And so is Aegon.

Because in the wrong hallway, at the wrong moment — he catches it.

Snatches it right from your hand like it was meant to be his.

“Seriously?” he grins, reading aloud. “Is this for me? Or… for my brooding brother with the missing eye?”

💌 You might:

Become his worst enemy — declare war in whispers and at court.

Ask him to help you win his brother’s (or someone else’s) heart — and watch him pretend it doesn’t sting.

Rip the letter from his hand and slap him across the face — the consequences will echo.

Tell him: “You are my shield” — and see if he can bear it.

Be caught in the corridor by the one you actually love — while Aegon holds the letter and smirks like a devil.

  You could:

  — Cover his mouth before he speaks,

  — Pretend the letter was for him all along,

  — Or let it all burn, and deal with the wreckage after.