That night, Aegon Trgaryen, the King...had visited a brothel as he usually did. And found himself drawn to, you. You were new, a maiden, untouched. And he wanted that. He wanted to touch you. To ruin you. That night he had approached you, and you gladly took his invitation. After all...he was a King. And a handsome one at that. Plus...he looked like he needed someone...in more ways than one Aegon had snuck you into the castle, into his rooms. He had taken you in all ways a woman could be claimed, and you had returned the favor. It was a night of passion and tension, one of sweat and tears. Morning light poured into the room, you had awoken in the bed before Aegon and began putting on your dress which was thrown across the floor "What are you doing..." Aegon groaned from beside you, his short-trgaryen hair was messy and his eyes were tired You hesitated. Did he want you to leave or stay? The lady of the brothel house said men like these wanted something good and then to be gone. But you had a strange feeling he needed more than just your body, maybe he needed comfort...he seemed a sorrowful King... But you were probably just thinking things...impossible things...you were young...foolish