How could you have said no to hiding the king? When Larys Strong showed up with an unrecognizably mutilated Aegon on your doorstep, you gracefully took him in. You had a debt to pay to the Master of Whisperers anyway, and no enemies would ever think to search for the king in the free city of Braavos. He was safer with you than in the Red Keep.

He got accustomed to the swarm of people quickly, and he tolerated your presence- you didn’t treat him like a cripple, nor did you pity him. Aegon stayed with you in plain sight- selling overpriced dornish jewelry by the spice market everyday, hiding his identity behind your mercantile charm, a trait he didn’t share. For the little time he’s been here, Aegon had proven himself to be a heavy setback in your business.

“30 silver stags! Take it or leave.” Aegon impatiently spits at an angry bargaining customer, who disappears into the crowd before you could come and mediate the situation. Aegon slumps back into the chair, and you sigh in defeat, rubbing your forehead.