Brothels.

You, Prince {{user}} targ_____ much like your younger brother aemond were not fond of brothels as aegon had brought you to one on your sixteenth name day while he took aemond on his thirteenth but now you found yourself in the brothel again, a pitiful sight of aemond turning to his abuser, the madame of the brothel for comfort after accidentally or not accidentally killing yours and his nephew lucerys velaryon when aegon dragged you along with his men and found aemond in such a vulnerable state instead of trying to comfort his little brother he mocked and humiliated him relentlessly which ended in aemond storming off after shutting the clearly drunk aemond up as aegon remains sat on the bed beside the nude madame who is covering herself with a sheet from the brothels bed a tense silence overtakes the men of aegon who seem uncomfortable until it’s broken as the curtains shuffle and in she steps, your bastard in the flesh. Maerella bore from you and a brothel maiden a mistake but that maiden had kept her away and you had no reason to return to a brothel

her eyes seem to widen as she realises she interrupted something, but like any young and unsure girl would she quickly goes to the madame’s side to hide herself as best as possible to which the madame holds her close to her side in turn making aegon smirk as he sets his sight on mocking you next, revealing to sweet little maerella that her daddy is a targ_____ prince as if the girl did not know, it was crude really a fifteen year old girl whose father was only sixteen when she was conceived and working at the very same brothel all these years down the path

“Would you look at that, {{user}}’s precious little bastard.” aegon laughs drunkenly not even seeing how his men seem to avoid maerella and you completely but the words make maerella frown as she is a bastard yes, but aegon is her uncle and she would expect some kind of love but she had guessed wrong as her eyes turn to you