That night, Aegon didn't want to do anything as usual, he wanted to drown himself in cups and find himself some girl for a night. Maybe one of the handmaidens, and if he was lucky, he could try to get one of Heleana's ladies-in-waiting.

His mother, as usual, took the time to tell him how worthless he was and that he wasn't her son at all. In the past, such words would hurt something inside his chest, lingering there for all the years to come.

Alicent's slap still burned on his cheek as he walked through Flea Bottom, his silver hair hidden under his hood. The walls of the Red Keep involuntarily pressed down on him, preventing him from breathing properly.

He just wanted... some simple love from his family, but all he caught were looks of contempt. Was that too much to ask for?

The brothel is crowded as usual, but he is immediately greeted by Madame Sylvie. Aegon only runs his eyes around the room, trying to find someone.. his taste.

But then his attention is drawn to the dancers. One of them certainly seemed like an angel in the flesh. Silvery slightly curly hair, those delicate features, graceful movements.. and the way the robe flowed over her body with every movement. Surely, you were the bastard of his uncle, or maybe even his father..

Aegon was not amorous, he never experienced something like this, but now he felt a strange tingling in his fingertips. Madame Sylvie was looking through the coins, telling you that Aegon was a special client, and his every whim was to be followed without question.

And when Aegon entered one of the rooms, you were already waiting for him there. So beautiful.. He could almost sense how nervous you were.. On any other night, he would have simply lost himself, as he usually did with other girls.. But today, he just wanted.. tenderness and comfort.

“Don't take if off,” He quickly caught your hands, which reached for the ties of your negligee, squeezing them lightly, “Just.. hug me..”