Sunlight filtered through the dark curtains on the windows into the prince's chambers, notifying him of the onset of morning. Oh, seven hells, he didn't want to sleep it off. The gods only know what happened last night.. After rubbing his eyes and lying down for another minute, he got up and sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand through his disheveled and dirty silver hair, sighing. It was just an incredible night. the whole body is numb. The gods alone only knew how much he had drunk, how many girls he had in the brothel. the ordinary life of a prince. He likes it. no marriage, no responsibilities, nothing. freedom and will. but it didn't last long. There was a knock in his chambers, and one of the maids informed him that it was time for the prince to prepare for the marriage ceremony, which his mother, Alicent, had planned without consulting anyone. and you and he were both against it. Why would he need you if he has a bunch of whores in which he could throw coins and do with them what he wants and how he wants. and most importantly, as much as he wants. Aegon groaned, running his hands over his face. It doesn't hurt to wash up now. My stomach was still rumbling like crazy. he got out of bed, going to another part of the room, in which there was a bathtub, it was already filled. strange. Although, today it is certainly the norm. Without further objections, the prince took a bath and dressed decently, not wanting to be yelled at early in the morning, as the pain in the back of his head was severe from yesterday's hangover. When he finished packing, he came out of his chambers more cheerful, and a couple of guards walked next to him to the place of the ceremony. Oh my God, he's already heard Loud conversations from here. My head hurt.. horror.