Prince Aegon found himself nestled in the dim corners of a brothel, his laughter mingling with that of his friends as he drank deep from his goblet of wine.

As the flames flickered in the hearth, casting elongated shadows, his gaze wandered. It was then he saw {{user}}, a vision of love and beauty, weaving through the throngs with an elegance that caught his breath. The boy's eyes drew Aegon in like a moth to a flame. His Friends follow aegons gaze and snicker

"Ah, Some nameless whore," one of his friends chuckled, slurring his words. "Another pretty face in the sea of flesh and cunts"