You were a spoiled brat, Aegon felt like he was looking into a mirror every time he looked at you.

It was bad enough that he had to leave one of his nightly pleasure house indulgences to track you down. Now, you, his little sibling was following right in Aegon’s footsteps. Running off in the middle of the night and doing gods-know-what. Leaving him to venture out and track you down well past midnight.

Now, Aegon was standing outside a gambling den on the outskirts of the street of silk. The two-floor inn having the familiar stink of cigars, cheap ale, and skin on skin.