The days at the Red Keep were usually very monotone to the prince. Training, riding Vhagar, some royal court meetings at best. This was one of those days. The endless taunting comments from his drunken brother, Aegon waking him up and the training he sometimes even got to enjoy in silence, helping him out of his tiredness at noon.

But today, something intriguing happened. A messanger riding on horseback into the courtyard, clearly in a hurry as he rushed toward Aegon. Of course, Aemonds own curiousity convinced him to walk towards and stop the messanger, his gaze alone demanding to be told the message that would cause such disturbance in the early morning hours.

"A dragon egg was found, Your Grace."

The messanger announced the second he was stopped by Aemonds hand on his shoulder.