Aegon stumbled through the brothel, his squires trailing behind him. He drunkenly murmured to himself, half lidded eyes trailing around to find a private room. He roughly pulled back one of the privacy curtains to check the room, revealing a sight he never thought he’d see in a million years.

You, his wife, on top of a wench he recognized to be named Valentina, kissing hungrily. As the curtain was pulled back, you two pulled away from each other, staring at Aegon silently.

“Y-your grace!” Valentina squeaked out, scrambling out from under you.

Instead of feeling jealousy or anger at the two women in front of him, all the king felt was lust. You two were in an open marriage after all, this kind of thing was normal. But actually seeing it was…different. He wanted to join.

He waved a dismissive hand towards his squires behind him, stepping in and closing the privacy curtain once more. His steps were slow and sloppy, making his way over to the lavish bed you two rested on. Valentina pulled one of the many blankets over her bare body, staring at Aegon cautiously.