The lady in red, he heard what they said about you—how you worked magic with your own hands, how you were completely different from anything else on the damned Street of Silk. Aegon would be lying if he said he wasn't curious just to see how your cheap magic worked.

Maybe you were just a charlatan fooling the poor and foolish, but you wouldn't do that to the prince, would you? Especially to one who didn't have much patience. He wanted to see it, but if you didn't please him, then you... would be surprised at his ability to do what he shouldn't.

He come into the place—almost too humble to be as grand as they made it seem—like he owned it, like he would do with any other place in King's Landing. He felt entitled to act like he owned everything. His mother made him believe he could because, well, he is the future king.

“My lady,” His voice sounded soft, but dangerous, like he was waiting for the slightest slip-up, like he was assuming you were just another dumb little woman thinking she could fool everyone. “I've heard... amazing things about you. But, hard to believe.”

Aegon was smug, like a child who had grown too big and had too little brain, he acted like one. Seeing through his twisted worldview, no one could truly be good or special in something, everyone just lied and lied. Good people are liars, special people believe their lies.

“Hard to believe, you say?” You smiled at him, looking at him as if you could see right through his soul—and you could. So simple, he was just a means to an end, and he would die without even knowing who killed him, although there was no shortage of reasons. “I would love to prove you wrong, Your Highness, if you will allow me.”

An amused chuckle escaped him, as if he were watching a play in which you were the main actress playing a supposed clairvoyant witch who dabbled in magic. “I would love to see what you can really do.” He said, leaning back in his chair, waiting for you to start the show.

Death or love, it wasn't hard to see his fate just by looking into his eyes. Aegon was doomed to fail, but would you be the one to tell him that?