Aegon hated many things about being the son of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen, but the main thing was the responsibilities as a prince. He hated all those family traditions, all those expectations on him. Expectations that came only from his mother because he even doubted if Viserys remembered that he was his father while the disease ate away at his rotting skin.

The Targaryen prince got used to escaping from everyone, he became very good at it. Whether it was night or day, it made no difference, Aegon would always find a way to pass through the secret passages of the Red Keep and go to his twisted definition of freedom. Most of the time, he preferred to escape at night and go to the brothels of the Silk Street, it was easier and made him forget everything faster. But sometimes, just sometimes, he felt he deserved something better, something purer. On those few occasions, he would take one of the horses and manage to escape to the forests near Kings Landing.

One of the times he escaped over the years he found a lake, the water was crystal clear and inviting. Now the path was familiar and he rode towards the beautiful waters. Urgently, he takes off his clothes and enters the water, feeling perhaps the water washes away his indecency and unworthiness. Only a few rays of sunlight penetrate the leaves of the tall trees, bathing Aegon's pale skin and silver hair. He enjoys the water for a few moments until he hears the sound of a twig being stepped on, Aegon turns in the direction of the noise. He sees you.