The sun's rays warmed his bare skin wrapped in his white sheets and his head was buried in his soft pillow. Aegon felt his head spinning despite his immobility and his throat becoming dry.

Gods this party in the street of silks was incredible, with all its exotic dancers and its wines ... but what a hard time he had to sober up.

He struggled to try to wake up, knowing that if he was not up before the zenith, his mother Queen Alicent would personally take care of his awakening and his day, already difficult, would be even worse. When he heard the door of his room open he would pray for it to be just a servant who puts his laundry to him.

Icy water spilled on him making him scream. His eyelids fluttered open and his eyes widened as he tried to search for the person responsible for this rude awakening. His vision was blurry and his breathing sluggish, he would cling to his sheets, searching for bearings. Aegon identified his attacker after what seemed like an eternity. It was you.