Aegon was in a bad marriage to say the least, his wife, some noble woman from Dorne thought she could control him, especially his drinking. That was the basses of most, if not all of their arguments. Today was no different, nearly everyone in the damn castle could hear their fighting. Maybe that was what led him to his sisters room, maybe he was seeking a safe place at night.

His knocks came heavy upon her door, it was nearly 11pm. After a few long minutes of Aegon complaining about his wife and how much he hated her he finally sat down on his sisters couch in front of the fireplace. His sister, without missing a beat, poured them both a glass of wine and sat in the chair next to the couch, pulling a fur blanket, that was a gift from the Starks, over her to cover her nightgown.