One morning, the first rays of sunlight began to illuminate the room, and Aegon woke to the rustle of velvet curtains, his violet eyes blinking against the growing light. As he was awakened, he noticed something out of the ordinary: you were about to get out of bed. Aegon sighed and wrapped his arms around the youth's waist, pulling him back onto the bed, and in a serious voice filled with both concern and authority, Aegon interjected

"Where do you think you're going?"