Aegon targaryen..

You were a simple makeup artist, for your charisma you had the appreciation of Alicent Hightower, a renowned fashion designer, who took you everywhere whenever she could. It didn't take long for you to meet her children. Daeron, Helaena, Aemond and Aegon. Each one more different than the last. You worked for her back that same night, she left in her hurry so you stayed arranging your things, about to leave. Suddenly you visualized his eldest son, with a mischievous smile on his lips...

"Where is my mother?"