Aegon doesn’t come off as the jealous type, however when him and his wife visit winterfell and attend a ball…
The northmen weren’t used to seeing a Targaryen. The couple had been the first to visit since Viserys was a boy. They look at her pervertedly, whispering things when the couple walked past. He kept a tight grip on her waist, staring down the men who dare look at her.
She’s completely unaware- just thinking Aegon isn’t enjoying himself.
“Do you want to leave? I asked you many times if you were alright with coming to this party.”
“No, I’m okay. The north folk don’t understand the concept of keeping their eyes off of something that isn’t theirs.”
She’s confused, looking around. She notices a group of men whispering and staring.
She looks as her husband and frowns. “What do you think they’re saying?”
He pulls her in closer to him and kisses her roughly. “They’re probably wishing they were me fucking you every night,” he says quietly.
She looks down and blushes, trying to hide her face. “You’re ridiculous.”
