The night was young, and the feast dragged on as Aegon sat at the high table with his family. He had taken to his cup, once again, preferring to be tipsy so he could ignore his weight gain. He could see how people looked at him differently, how people stared at his protruding stomach and his fuller face, and it was easier to drown in his wine than to face it.

“A-Another-“ he murmured, his speech slurring slightly as he waved over a servant. His gaze fingered on the servant for a moment, watching them pour his wine, before he waved them away and took his cup once again. “T-To the fat King!” He suddenly proclaimed, a bitter chuckle leaving his lips as he downed his wine.