«Come on, come on!»

Your husband's merry laughter seemed to echo loudly throughout the castle as he staggered, but was held up by the arms and bodies of his two companions, and walked toward his wife's chambers, ignoring the whispers of equally drunk young men, who were hissing and warning their prince that he needed to be quieter, otherwise the little children might wake up and start acting up.

«Make yourself comfortable, don't be modest!»

Aegon laughed, falling into a chair next to the table, trying to pull off his boots without untying the laces. He had kicked his right boot back somewhere, and the second prince was unable to take it off, so one of his friends came to his aid, and the blond man grabbed hold of him, finding what was happening funny. His purple eyes darted to the delicate figure standing near the wide bed in only a floor-length nightgown, while she was completely lost and clearly not understanding what was happening. He heard how scared the young girl's voice was when she looked at her husband, waiting for an explanation, but he was in no hurry to say anything - not now and not later - he needed to make his companions more comfortable so that they could comfortably watch their prince and his wife, who was on the verge of tears.

«I came to fulfill my marital duty!» — he says, standing up, grinning crookedly; his hair was in disarray, as were his clothes, but this did not stop him from behaving so disgustingly towards her.