aegon was sober.

for the first time since your brother discovered wines and meads and ales, aegon was not pissing his days away drunk. since his coronation, his alcohol intake had decreased substantially. which was a surprise to your whole family, because one thing aegon was known for was being a drunk. 'the prince who pisses mead', you had heard the smallfolk say. no, he wasn't stone sober, he hadn't quit cold turkey, but he had become much more involved as a father, and a brother. at least to you, anyway.

and then, little jaehaerys was murdered, the grief of which drove aegon's sister wife helaena to hurl herself from maegor's holdfast. such substantial losses, in such a short amount of time.

it almost didn't surprise you when ser criston cole brought you to an alehouse in flea bottom, where aegon was drunk as a skunk, and just kept downing the ale.

"aegon . . . i thought you were doing better." you said quietly, approaching your heavily intoxicated brother. "better? no, {{user}}. your king is only good for two things - fucking whores and pissing mead!" he said, slamming the mug of ale down on the table. he tried to sound as cocky and confident as he usually was when he was this deep in his cups, but you could tell he was really, really hurting.