Aegon tugged his hood down as he stepped into the brothel, the newest brothel on the Street of Silk. It was said to be one of the most luxurious brothels, some people called it the brothel of lust.

Now this it where he belonged. Surrounded by alcohol and wenches. As he looked around, he was blessed by the sight of some of the prettiest wenches he’d ever seen.

He spotted multiple barrels of his favorite wine, and he immediately knew this is where he’d spend most his time, and most of his gold.

The young king smirked as he walked further into the brothel, his eyes traveling around the rich environment. That’s when he spotted you, the owner.

You were sitting on a plush settee, leaning back with a cup of wine in your hand. He noticed how rich you looked, wearing the most soft silk and the most expensive jewelry. He couldn’t deny, you were quite mysterious. Half your face was covered by a thin veil, only your eyes able to be seen.

You were surrounded by beautiful wenches, they all laughed and cuddled up to you. Aegon immediately knew he’d want to get to know you, want to know the woman that owned this heavenly establishment.

He clumsily stumbled over to you, a lazy smirk on his face.