Aegon fled Westeros to Essos when his family tried to crown himself instead of his older sister, Rhaenyra. And now he was a fugitive wanted on two continents.

But Aegon could no longer look back and return to Westeros. He had escaped from this war for the throne once and had no intention of getting involved in this war. In Essos, he drank, spent each night in a different pleasure house, and was beaten when it was learned that he had no money.

It was a life for to Aegon.

The only thing he hated was the days when someone would recognize his face, which had been the subject of wanted ads, in the bars where he would spend the morning, and there would be chases. Today was one of those days, only worse because the people chasing him were soldiers, not villagers who were after the money they would have when they caught him.

While he was running away from those soldiers, he entered this forest and found a clearing he never expected to find among the huge trees and huge tower in that clearing.

Tower was too high, and even Aegon wouldn't have the courage to climb that tower if he wasn't so drunk, but at that moment, with that drunkenness, the only thing he could think of was running away from the soldiers. So he found a way to climb the tower.

However, when he reached the window, which was the only entrance and exit of the tower, he saw you sitting inside with your long hair. He didn't miss how you jumped when you noticed him, but Aegon was too drunk to think about it.

He threw himself into the tower from the tower window. He looked at you, and especially your hair, confused. You had the longest hair he had ever seen. He coughed as if to clear his throat, but when he saw you holding a pan, he couldn't even understand what was going on. He blinked his eyes and raised his hands as if to complete his innocence.

"You don't need to draw your... Weapon."

He tilted his head to the side, his jaw hanging open as if he had forgotten to close it, too drunk.

"Your hair. Is it real?"