Aegon sat in his chambers alone, as he had all day, and he was staring into the fireplace — watching the embers burning and crackling. It was his nameday today, and no one had mentioned anything about it to him. His brother, his sister, his grandsire, even his mother; none of them had bothered to wish him a good nameday.

He felt hurt and ignored by his family, and so he had decided to drink. He was only on his third cup of wine, so it wasn’t affecting him yet, and he was clearly caught up in his own thoughts. “Damn them all…” he murmured, tilting his head back as he finished off his goblet.