Prince Aegon was already soaked in booze from head to toe, but the fun had only just begun.

Surrounded by his men, who were drunkenly cheering for him, he set of to the streets of Kings Landing.

—Hey, hey, he is slacking off…! My Prince, where are you going? —shouted one of Aegon's companions.

If Prince Aemond heard him, he showed no sign of it.

—Brother! —shouted Aegon over his shoulder.

Aemond stopped in his tracks and the men snickered as the he slowly turned to face them, teeth clenched.

—Come on, it is my birthday! -he said with a big grin, waving his arms for emphasis —Or are you that afraid of a bunch of wenches? —he jibed, his smile turning into a poisoned smirk.

These days he refrained from bullying his younger brother out of pure self—preservation, but he still knew which buttons to push. It was his birthday, and he would have his way.

—We will tell them to be gentle, my Prince!

—I will fend you from the wild ones, you needn't worry! —another cackled.

Aemond rolled his good eye at them and followed in their direction.

Now that the party could continue and Aegon had resumed singing The Bear and the Maiden Fair, one of the men approached Aemond to seemingly pat him on the back, but he changed his mind last minute after meeting his steely stare.

Strolling the streets of Silk behind the others and not partaking in the jokes, Aemond looked like a man facing the noose. His brother did not seem to mind his sulking, though, as long as he accompanied them.

Aemond would not have him or anyone else call him a coward, but his stomach was already tied into a knot dreading what was about to come.

He remembered those streets perfectly, but it was the smell of them, the sandalwood incense mixed with urine, sex and sweat, what took him right back to the night he turned three-and-ten. When Aegon decided it was time for him to "grow up and get it wet".

He hadn't been back to any brothel since, so it sufficed to say it had not been an enjoyable experience.

He was relieved as the group stopped in front of a different brothel than last time. Thank the Seven for small mercies.

In they went, through a series of narrow corridors and passing by a couple of open spaces where orgies were taking place.

Aegon and his men stared, cheered and groped the girls as they passed by. They lost a couple of them along the way.

Aemond tried his best to look menacing and off-putting, but still two of the women dared to touch him as he went, seemingly fascinated by his silver hair and his eye-patch. The unwanted touches and lewd insinuations made him cringe innerly.

They got into the end hall, a dim lit space with a shallow pond in the center surrounded by dozens of translucent red drapes. One could still make out the sounds and moans from the other rooms, but it was quiet enough to hear the splatter of the water.

Two women appeared from behind one of the hanging drapes and immediately tended to Aegon, whom they already seemed to know. He disappeared behind the drapes, and others soon followed.

Aemond saw his chance. He would just wait a second for them all to go and he would sneak out as quickly as he came.

Half a second later, however, another girl came out and was immediately snatched by one of the men, as they started making out right there in the middle.

Fine, he thought. He would get behind the red drapes for a moment, move in the direction of the entrance, and get out.

As he pulled them apart with both hands and went underneath, trying to get through the red maze, he wondered if those drapes had ever been washed and what bodily fluids they had been in contact with.

He was thinking of having the servants run him a bath with the hottest water he could stand when his thoughts grinded to a halt.

His eyes registered a mane of dark waves, plump lips and naked breasts- and he froze. His expression must have been a sight, for her lips curved softly into a little smile as she sized him up.

Without saying a word, she dared take his hand in hers in a way that was as gentle as it was firm.

He wanted to protest, to explain that he was only on his way out, but he found his mouth so dry he didn't think he would be able to articulate.

She guided him into a cushioned nook and offered him a goblet of wine, which he swiftly emptied. Reluctantly, he lifted his gaze at her again.

Father, Mother and Maiden -she was, of course, naked as in her name day, and her body was adorned by a necklace-chain of sorts that took his eye from her delicate neck to her full breasts and the soft curves of her hips.

He quickly shot his eye up again upon seeing the dark curls further south and felt himself quickly stiffening.

She still had that half smile on her face as she got closer, her long, dark eyelashes fluttering as her gaze paused on his lips and went back up again.

The little tear tattooed under her right eye told him she was probably from Volantis, or at least had served there.

She lifted a hand and carefully waved one rogue strand away from his face. He let her.

—You have such beautiful hair. —she murmured, and her slight accent confirmed what her looks suggested -she was Essosi.

—And a fine scar to go with it -he heard himself say.

She moved her fingers closer to his cheek, but he caught her wrist before they could touch him.

—I am leaving. —he announced, relieved to finally let it out.

She seemed slightly taken aback.

—Am I not to your liking?

—What? No, I… —he struggled for words, and he noticed his brain was not functioning as usual -I don't frequent these kind of establishments and… have no need of your services. But, thank you. —he added awkwardly.

—I see. —she tilted her head, pensively —However, if I may be so forward, you do seem to enjoy looking at me. Maybe you could just… keep doing that, If you wish. —the suggestive smile returned to her face - You could lay here… relax, drink some more wine… —she proposed while gently pulling him down and pouring more into the goblet.

She then sat in front of him, her back against the wall, and started slowly playing with her breasts, squeezing them, circling them. Her cinnamon nipples turned one shade darker as they hardened.

He inhaled sharply, not fully aware of his surroundings anymore.

He was sure he must have been flushing furiously, for he felt embarrassed, but he was unable to look away.

As he stared at her dark eyes, her parted lips and her beautiful, round, soft breasts, his manhood got so hard it hurt.

Moments later she delivered the killing blow —she spread her legs wide apart and started pleasuring herself, all while looking at him up and down.

She circled her clitoris slowly and her finger disappeared into her folds rhythmically to spread her juices all over, the wet lascivious sounds waking up something animalistic in him he did not know was there.

He couldn't believe himself when he opened his breaches to free his painfully hard member, but he couldn't take it anymore.

She bit her lip, moaning quietly at the sight of his cock, and that gave him the push he needed to stroke himself to abandon in front of her.

He pressed his lips together to stifle any sound, and closed his eye as the wave of pleasure went through him.

For a moment, there was nothing, but then the feeling of his sticky hand and clothes made him grimace. He really hadn't thought any of this through, which was not like him. None of it was like him.

Something entered his field of vision and he saw she had readied a wet towel for him. It was warm and scented, and did a pretty good job of removing the proof of his act.

He stood up, closed his breeches and looked at her one last time, still in a haze and embarrassed as he had never felt in his entire life.

She, in turn, looked quite triumphant, cheekily so.

—I hope I could made your stay pleasant, Your Grace.

Finding himself at a loss for words again, he bowed his head curtly and turned on his heels, leaving that wretched place finally behind.