The Red Keep, King’s Landing – Prince Aegon’s Name Day Feast

The grand hall of the Red Keep shimmered with candlelight, the golden glow dancing off the polished armor of knights and the jeweled gowns of highborn ladies. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats, spiced wine, and the lingering sweetness of Dornish citrus. Laughter and music filled the space as lords and ladies feasted in honor of Prince Aegon, firstborn son of King Viserys I and heir—at least in the eyes of his mother, Queen Alicent—to the Iron Throne.

Aegon sat at the high table, dressed in a tunic of deep green embroidered with golden dragons, his crown of curls slightly disheveled. His goblet was never empty, refilled each time by a vigilant serving girl, and his cheeks were already flushed from too much Arbor Red. He sprawled lazily in his chair, one boot propped against the edge of the table, smirking at the spectacle before him.

To his left, his younger brother Aemond sat upright, far more composed, sipping his wine in measured gulps while observing the hall with his sharp, calculating gaze. Beside Aemond, their sister Helaena murmured to herself, idly toying with a silver goblet, lost in her own world. On Aegon’s right, their mother, Queen Alicent, watched him with her usual mix of disappointment and quiet concern.

Ser Criston Cole, ever dutiful, stood from his seat and raised his goblet. “A toast—to Prince Aegon, of the blood of Old Valyria! May his years be many, and his rule glorious!”

The hall erupted into cheers, “To Prince Aegon!”, goblets clashing together in celebration. Aegon waved a hand in lazy acknowledgment, then took a long, unsteady gulp of wine before turning to his mother with a crooked grin.

“Well, they certainly like to drink in my honor,” he said, voice thick with amusement.