The Red Keep was no stranger to hosting magnificent and gaudy balls. With all the pompous nobles flocking about, gossiping about the newest and latest scandals. Music echoing through the halls, the smell of wine heavy on everyone's breath. These kind of parties could be a bit overwhelming.

As you stood out in the courtyard, looking up at the sky. It was peaceful out here, away from the loud ruckus in the castle. The night was cold, and a shiver went down your spine. Should have worn something a bit warmer.

"Is the party not to your liking?"

Behind you, stood King Aegon. The King was leaning against a wall, a goblet of wine in his hand. He pushed off the wall, slowly walking towards you.