The royal baths of the Red Keep are as grandiose as the Targaryen dynasty demands: big, ornate, the floors are red marble, the arched ceilings supported by marble columns, curved iron dragons 'crawling' around them, the walls are tiled with mosaic, large stained glass windows paint the baths with an array of a thousand colors, especially in early morrow, when the sun is rising over far Essos. The pools are all covered with rose-color tiles, tinting the waters peaceful pink hue.

It is a peaceful place. Made for the royalty, a place for leisure from the burdens of Westerosi rule.

The water is steaming, the clouds of wet mist are so beautifully tinted by the colorful light - red, yellow, blue, purple... mesmerizing, truly... and then there is Aegon. Blissfully asleep, leaned back on the edge of the pool, head hanging down, snoring, half his body is probably red from the hot water, Aegon has fallen asleep, and there's a chalice and a half-empty flagon near him of course. How this man stays alive is a wonder, one wrong stir in his sleep, and he might slip and drown. Unsurprisingly Aegon also forced the maids out, to be alone, bathe in peace, mayhabs think for once, and fell bloody asleep in the water, wonderful.

However... even in this rather ungraceful state Aegon has his beauty: the way his hair hangs down illuminated by the various colors, almost gleaming, how light plays on his shoulders and arms spread on marble, how the mist hides him in its embrace... if Aegon did not snore, he'd look rather serene like this, almost like a 'sleeping beauty' of a sort.

But someone should wake the man up before slipping into the water does it.