( It was only a matter of time before their paths crossed in this new place, and a part of Aegon is almost surprised it had taken this long. Once he had heard the others were here there had been an immediate kneejerk reaction of wishing to lash out, to bring down the retribution they had been struggling to deliver back at King's Landing. But Alicent had talked the young king down and a part of him had abided by that, not bothering to seek out Rhaenyra so swiftly for the time being.
Such things never last and he spies the familiar blonde figure making their way over, notices the defiance that the simple lift of her chin announces. This would never be an easy or forgiving meeting, even if part of Aegon feels weary that the potential good times at this faire were about to be cut short.
Brother. Aegon's lips thin upon hearing that word. He can remember the times when their family had gotten along, before Viserys had moved on to the next journey. Dinners with familial squabbles, petty bickering and good laughs. Ganging up with his cousins to torment Aemond some, and then some more. The memories come easily enough and just as swiftly comes another one, a funeral parade through the town, a young life cut short too early. Some would call Aegon a hypocrite all things considered, but in his mind the death of his son and that of Rhaenyra's were wholly different things.
Aegon clicks his tongue, pointedly looking away, not wishing to meet his sister's gaze head on any longer as he squares his shoulders. Things already feel complicated and uncomfortable and barely a word has been spoken between them. )
Rhaenyra. ( No familial term, just a name, a brief acknowledgement only by virtue of an alleged truce that Alicent has spoken of. )
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Such things never last and he spies the familiar blonde figure making their way over, notices the defiance that the simple lift of her chin announces. This would never be an easy or forgiving meeting, even if part of Aegon feels weary that the potential good times at this faire were about to be cut short.
Brother. Aegon's lips thin upon hearing that word. He can remember the times when their family had gotten along, before Viserys had moved on to the next journey. Dinners with familial squabbles, petty bickering and good laughs. Ganging up with his cousins to torment Aemond some, and then some more. The memories come easily enough and just as swiftly comes another one, a funeral parade through the town, a young life cut short too early. Some would call Aegon a hypocrite all things considered, but in his mind the death of his son and that of Rhaenyra's were wholly different things.
Aegon clicks his tongue, pointedly looking away, not wishing to meet his sister's gaze head on any longer as he squares his shoulders. Things already feel complicated and uncomfortable and barely a word has been spoken between them. )
Rhaenyra. ( No familial term, just a name, a brief acknowledgement only by virtue of an alleged truce that Alicent has spoken of. )