One puff after another, the smoke seeped into Aegon's lungs. It was in the darkness of the night, the eldest son of the millionaire Viserys Targar.yen had let himself be tempted once again by his addictions: his smoking cigarette at the corner of his lips and an empty beer bottle next to him.

He could be kicked out of the High School of the Faith for this misbehavior, he knew it was not the first time it had happened. Bringing girls back to his dormitory in a religious establishment was not the smartest idea, Aegon was aware of it now.

But was it really his fault? He was handsome, popular, rich, a real nepobaby, it was normal for women to fall at his feet. He just enjoyed what life gave him. Despite everything, the Septa Director did not appreciate Aegon's arguments.

what an old bitch, he thought. She was born before the invention of amusement, that bitter old lady

Still, thanks to his father’s money, he didn’t get kicked out of the school. He could stay at the boarding school, away from his stifling family. The teen was pretty sure that was Viserys’ goal, to get him and his bullshit away from the family, or was it his mother Alicent? Yes, that was definitely his mother’s style.

Aegon lit a second cigarette with the help of his lighter, the orange flames dancing in front of his face. His feet dangled in the air and his violet eyes scanned the cityscape hidden by the trees of the school grounds. At least from the roof, he was high enough to see the colorful lights of the buildings more clearly.

Suddenly, the sixteen-year-old jumped when he heard footsteps. If it was one of the septas, he was screwed. To his relief, it was just you. 'What are you doing here?" he asked in mockery, taking another drag from his cigarette and blowing out a lung-ful of smoke in your direction. "Didn't you say you wanted to try to be on good behavior?"