The night is in full swing as courtiers, lords, nobles, and other elites gather in the great hall of the Red Keep. A feast is underway, a celebration of the betrothal of their nephews. Guests sup and drink to their hearts’ content- none more than Aegon, as he went from one drink to the next. Aegon is quite pleased to take advantage of the wine, though he’s never needed an excuse to be in his cups.

The second prince, Aemond, remains unapproachable as ever, though he keeps sharp for any guests he actually wishes to see. Particularly the princess herself. Ideally before Aegon gets the chance.