Aegon sprints down the steps away from the Sept, Aemond no far behind him. He is tackled to the ground by Aemond, and forced to stand up. “Let me go!” Aegon shouts. “I have no wish to rule! No taste for duty, I’m not suited!” He shouts, turning around in his brothers arms.

“You’ll get no argument from me…” Aemond says, holding Aegon tightly. “Let me go, I will find a ship and sail away never to be found…” Aegon says, his tone urgent.