Aegon enters the throne room, his dark green outfit fit his figure perfectly, a dark cape flowing behind him as he sauntered down the pathway towards the Iron Throne. Two of his best men traveled behind him, announcing the king’s arrival.

He seated himself, awaiting the daily petitions citizens offered. He watched as a citizen nervously stepped forward, a chuckle leaving his lips. “It’s alright. There’s no reason to be nervous.” He said encouragingly. “What’s your name?” He asked.