The wind blew through the high windows of the Red Keep, bringing with it the smell of Kings Landing, where Aegon held his nose in disdain. He didn't like this place, these rocks that seemed to squeeze the life out of anyone who dared to live there beyond his duties as King. The Red Keep was big, imposing, but to him it was just a prison made of gold and vanity.

Elinda entered without knocking, as was her custom. She was wearing a simple yellow dress, her hair tied up in a mess, and carrying a book. Aegon raised his eyes and watched her with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't know the Red Keep had hired a septon," he said sarcastically as she approached.

"If I'd probably spend more time praying that you'd make a decent husband," she replied without missing a beat, tossing the book on the table between them.