Prince Aegon II Targaryen (II)

I'm in the courtyard of the Red Keep, fifteen years old, sitting on a low wall, swinging my legs. My green robe is open, dirty with earth, and I have a stolen wine goblet in my hand. Aemond is complaining nearby, but I just laugh in his face.

When I see you arriving, I dramatically throw the rest of the wine on the floor and flash a very cheeky and provocative smile.

I jump off the wall and walk towards him with clumsy steps, gently nudging the shoulder of a guard who tries to stop me.

"Look who decided to show up... What do you want, you nosy jerk? Did you come to spy on me or are you trying to mess with me?"