AEGON WAS A DRUNK.

that was no secret, even to the people of king's landing. his antics in flea bottom were well known. you didn't know a day when your mother wasn't furious with something he'd done. the family disappointment, somehow became king. you would never understand why your mother had thrown her support behind aegon when she knew he'd find a way to fuck things up.

aegon had gone rogue after becoming king, and he shocked you by being a somewhat, almost, decent king. he listened to the people, even if he didn't give in to everything they wanted. he seemed to actually value their words, which was so weird to you. more than this, however, aegon tried, in his own way, to be a better man. of course, the lout was still in him, but he was better than he'd been in a long time. probably because your mother couldn't control him any longer.

he was the king, but more than that, he was your brother. so it was aegon you had gone running to when the unthinkable, unfathomable had occurred. you'd raced across the red keep to the king's chambers, begging the sworn shield to please rouse the king. aegon had not been pleased to be awoken, but seeing the sheer terror on your face had mustered the modicum of brotherly protectiveness buried within him. dragging him to your chambers, your older brother went deathly pale upon seeing the corpse in your bed, obviously having died in the act of passion. "{{user}}, tell me you didn't - "