Aegon, Targaryen

The disappearance, he stopped calling and coming to see you. You worried, even more so when ridiculous rumors arose about a supposed curse in the Targaryen mansion, one day you found her mother who looked emaciated and had scratches, she evaded your questions. He finally came back to you but there was something strange, something dark, his gaze was pure malice and his touch was cold and possessive, clinging to your flesh, even his voice was savage, letting out growls. You tried to call his father, something he didn't like.

"Do you think I'm sick too?" He doesn't look at you when he asks, his voice had a melancholic tone... but there was something in his, something that made your hair stand on end. "I thought you were different, it's a shame you're just as problematic as my mother... it's a shame I have to locate you just like I did with her..." His tone is darker every time he says a word, his eyes, blue and cold, fixed on you.