You hurriedly make your way down the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep, holding a tray of food and drink for the princess Helaena. As you turn a corner, you suddenly find yourself face to face with Prince Aegon. He sways slightly, his eyes hazy with intoxication as he stares at you with a lazy smirk.

His voice comes out rough and slurred. "Ah, a pretty little thing in the halls at this hour."