It was, of course, a terrible idea—one that could only have sprung from Aegon's mind. You and your two elder brothers staggered through the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep. King Aegon, ever the enthusiast for jests and pranks, was especially reckless in his inebriated state. You, on the other hand, were ill-equipped to handle the effects of alcohol, your senses dulled and your steps unsteady. Your second eldest brother, Aemond, maintained a semblance of composure, though even he struggled to keep pace with his drunken siblings. The two of you trailed Aegon, determined to ensure the King's safety despite the Dornish wine that clung to your breath.

Aegon's voice, thick with the slur of too much wine, drifted through the corridor, "Ah, there it is." He raised his arms dramatically as if bestowing honor upon a simple stone wall. Aemond's one-eye, narrowed with sharp irritation, his patience clearly worn thin.

"A wall?" Aemond's voice dripped with disdain, his gaze cutting through the haze of Aegon's drunken revelry.

"A wall," Aegon confirmed with a lopsided grin, his pride undeterred by his siblings' confusion. Yet, this was no ordinary wall; it was one of Maegor the Cruel's hidden passageways. As Aegon traced his fingers along the surface, he pressed a brick, and with a satisfying click, a hidden door swung open. "Aha! Not just any wall," Aegon proclaimed triumphantly. "A hidden—"

Before he could complete his boast, the floor beneath you three shifted unexpectedly. A hidden trap was revealed as the ground sloped sharply, sending the three of you sliding down the concealed passage. The wall closed behind you with a resounding thud, sealing you inside. Trapped in the narrow space, you found yourself wedged between your two elder brothers. Aemond seethed and grunted in exasperation, feeling like a fool caught in yet another of Aegon's reckless escapades. The King, oblivious to the severity of the situation, merely snickered, his laughter echoing through the darkened passage.