The Red Keep lay shrouded in a suffocating hush. The sun has long since set and now night rules the skys.

The Kingsguards alone kept vigil, posted bef6the doors of the royal family.

Ser Erryk Carglly stood before princess {{user}}'s chamber. Across the hall Ser Arryk mirrored him outside Prince Aemond’s room.

For a long while, the only sounds were the low, uneven breaths of men holding still for hours at a time.

Then came the tread.

The twins turned towards the stairway, but no alarm stirred in their eyes. They were used to this.

Prince Aegon emerged from the gloom, climbing the last step with the graceless effort of a man fighting gravity itself.

One hand skimmed along the wall, fingers spread wide as if it might steady the storm pitching inside his head. His tunic hung open, half-buttoned over a shirt splattered with wine. His silver tousled and falling into his eyes creating a shadow over his violet eyes.

The sour reek of cheep wine clung to the prince like a sacond skin.

Ser Arryk's mouth twitched into some sort of smile. "Your problem." he mounted to his twin.

Aegon's path wavered but drew unerringly towards {{user}}'s door. Erryk stepped forward, planting himself between the prince and the entrance.

The jolt of impact made the prince look at him with a sneer forming on his face.

"Move. For fuck's sake." he slurred, his breath hot against Erryk's face.

"Your chambers are further down, my prince." Erryk said evenly. "I suggest you-"

"Oh, just shut up." Aegon snapped, shoving at the steel plate. His palm slipped on the polished surface. "I know where my fucking chambers are."

"Then you best go to them. Do not make meke me escort you." replied Erryk.

Aegon, from the edge of his vision saw Arryk surpass a laugh. The Prince's lip curled, shaking his head. He lunged for the latch, but Erryk's shoulder barred the way.

"You bastard..." the prince spat, violet eyes red-rimmed with drink. "Who the fuck do you think you are? I'm the prince! She's my wife. Let me in!"

"Your wife and children are asleep, my prince." Erryk said, leaning down to meet him eye to eye. "Keep shouting like this, and you'll wake not just them, but the entire Keep."

"I want to fuck my wife." he hissed, wine-soaked malice coiling in his tone. "So I'm going to say it one more time- step away from the door or you'll regret it."