The Rogue Prince has lost his wife in a terrible accident which leaves him the option to remarry.
Lady Anastasia Tully is a kind girl from the Riverlands thrown into the mess of the dragon family - a mess she is trying so hard to avoid yet it seems...
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Aegon has always known his place as the third son.
He often felt a melancholy twinge when he was considered the most attractive of his brothers. His features were gentle and refined, with high cheekbones and a strong, yet delicate jawline. His lilac eyes held a depth and softness that drew people in. Despite his physical frailty and slender build, which paled in comparison to Daemon's robust and muscular frame, his appearance was undeniably captivating. His silvery hair fell soft around his face, further accentuating his ethereal beauty. Yet, this beauty only deepened his sadness, as it seemed a cruel irony that such a face belonged to someone who felt so powerless.
From the moment he gained consciousness, Aegon understood that he would always have nothing. He made peace with this reality at a young age because he had to—otherwise, it would have eventually destroyed him.
Aegon was a walking embodiment of guilt. Even as a babe, the burden of his mother's death weighed heavily on him, eating him alive to this day. His father loved him, but every time he looked at Aegon, he knew he was reminded that Alyssa was gone because of him and Aegon was deeply aware of this.
He doesn't know if his brothers hold a grudge against him for their mother's death. Daemon had always longed for a mother's love, and so did Aegon, but he couldn't have it because of what he had done.
When his father died, Viserys was named heir. Aegon didn't mind; he never cared who ended up on the throne since he was certain it would never be him. That is the curse of the third son—destined for nothingness.
Yet, Aegon gained something that almost everyone thought impossible—a dragon. His egg never hatched, and he remained riderless until he was ten and nine. Two moons after his grandfather King Jaehaerys died, Aegon claimed Vermithor, the Bronze Fury.
He was born weak... and he is still weak. One wrong move could severely injure Aegon, as it had many times before. When he claimed Vermithor, he knew the risks, knowing he might die in the process, but he didn't care—he insisted. His grandfather, the king, had blessed him before his death, expressing his wish for Aegon to claim Vermithor, believing he was the perfect candidate.
Aegon fulfilled his promise and, thank the gods, succeeded. He finally did something meaningful, something impactful. People still called him weak, but now he had proven otherwise.
Aegon is a dreamer, though he doubts he is a good one because his dreams are never clear. He never knows if he should pay attention to them. Sometimes they come true; sometimes they don't. He can't trust them, but he always has to remember their details.
He is twenty-seven when he marries Lady Selena Celtigar, and twenty-eight when he becomes a father and loses his wife. He can't help but feel responsible. If their betrothal had never been arranged, if they had never married, she might still be alive. Now he cares for his little girl and understands how his father felt.
