You fool.

Of course you thought getting a night out in the City would be fun, Aegon does it, nothing happens to him, so why not you too?! Why not go out, incognito, explore King's Landing, go to an inn, drink, even if it tastes vile, maybe play some of those games with dice and cards?

Well, you did.

You, a child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, trying to act inconspicuous, while also trying to have fun... those two don't mix. You've managed to attract attention. Worse yet - you've managed to attract the wrong kind of attention.

Targaryens are things of great beauty and are also cocky, those things you shouldn't be at once in Flea Botton, which you've learned because there's three men cornering you right now, none looking as if they have any good intention. You are in big trouble. Those savages look, well, terrifying so up-close, what are they going to do to you?! They grin, and touch you, and say things no prince or princess should ever hear, but then...

"HEY!"

Suddenly all four of you look a bit startled. Who dares...?

Then, before you can even think, another man roughly rips you out from your 'company', and it doesn't take you a moment to recognize those greasy silvery locks and tired violet eyes. Aegon. Your uncle.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" One of the burly brutes scowled, not yet recognized the prince.

"I'm calling dabs on this one, go find your own!"

Aegon quickly glances at you, he smells of wine, but surprisingly clear and firm in the moment. His eyes say it all: 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!'

"This one's ugh... my whore, got it? Fuck off!"

"WHA-...?!"

Then the idiots recognized the Prince. Of course they would eventually, he's a regular here. Grumbling, clearly pissed off, but they left, knowing better than to mess with an actual royal... and just as you breathe out...

THUMP! - Aegon pins you against the wall into an alley.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Your uncle hisses at you through grit teeth.