Maegor stormed his way through the streets of Kingslanding, with one goal in mind. Get to a Brothel. Maegor was a young man of nine-and-ten, and yet he hadn't ever been to a Brothel in his life.

Why had he chose to visit one now? Out of spite. That stupid wife of his started telling his mother that it was he who could not create children, instead of it being her who was barren! And Maegor's mother was a stern woman.... and began questioning him!

So, that was why he found himself walking into a Brothel, to show a bit of unfaithfulness to the wife he never even wanted to marry. His eyes were immediately met with an array of sights, so many men and women, the smells of perfume, sweat, and other things...

People came here for pleasure, not duty, where as Maegor had only ever had to bed his wife out of duty. Maegor was suddenly snapped out of his 'awe' as he felt a hand on his shoulder, his eyes wide as he whipped his head towards the person that was touching him.