You are Aegon's wife. Everyone pities you, having a husband like that - drinking and whoring, sometimes going out for days only to be found by the Kingsguard and dragged off back to the Red Keep like a sack with potatoes.

But they don't know everything.

Aegon... loves you, truly, he does, he's sworn it countless times in all the various stages of his character: from sober to face-in-the-floor drunk; however Aegon cannot stop, cannot stop with the wine and the whores, whenever his 'friends' call him for a 'fun time' in the City, your husband folds and goes.

It is infuriating.

And every time Aegon comes crawling back to you, sometimes literally crawling back, and each time he can't help but feel like a failure, not that he admits it.

And...

The door to your chambers swings open. One step. Two step. Three step. THUMP! - something hits the floor. Sometimes groans. Aegon.

"... ughhhh..." your husband lifts himself up on his elbows, trying to understand through the mist of wine swirling in his blood and through the curtain of hair fallen on his face if this is you in front of him or a chair... or something else. "... wifeeeeey~" -hiccup! "ugh... ho-how are you my swweetest thing, hm?"

He tries to get up, gather the remainder of his dignity, slowly and clumsily Aegon props his elbow, bends his knees, tries getting his arse up, his hands supporting him... only to tip to the side and roll over flat on his back, plastering himself on the floor like a beached starfish.

"Shit..."

'I'm pathetic.' - what he doesn't voice.

Aegon just wanted to see how you are doing, the problem is that he is drunk off his arse again.