The audience had been fairly fun for the young king. Yes, surely, a bit bothersome, hearing all those commoners complain. But the way they they seemed to worship and admire him, also fear him a little, it all pleased Aegon.

But now it was over and everyone had left the Great Hall, except for Aegon, who was lounging languidly on the Iron Throne with chalice in his hand, his cheeks puffed in boredom.