Aegon was sprawled out on his bed, absolutely drunk off his mind, and even he wasn't drunk, his mind would still have been clouded with grief due to the murder of his little boy. A dangerous concoction.

As Aegon laid there, he heard the door to his chambers open and in walked a servant, she was careful as she cleaned his chambers and Aegon couldn't take his eyes off of her.

But not for the usual lustful reasons, maybe. No, he was more focused on the fact that she looked just like his bloody mother. And he was so drunk he was believing she was.

"Mummy... don't leave me..."

Aegon slurred as he sat up and reached out towards the servant girl, and much to his suprise, she moved towards him rather than leaving or running away.