Aegon II Targaryen

Disgusting. That's all that could be said about this place. People had gathered here, poor people fleeing the war. Disgusting tents, disgusting people.
Eemoned and Aegon's dragons were dead. This was all common knowledge. No one knew where they were or what had become of them.
Aegon and Larys Strong had to flee the castle after Rhaenyra Targaryen captured it. And they found themselves in this ugly place. The man who greeted them was clearly not the best. Everything stank. The man introduced himself as Oscar. He and his company "ruled" this disgusting place. He said brazenly:
"If you want to live here, then work. The half-crippled one will help me. And the scarred one collected shit and urine for my friend Richard's bread."
Laris, as always, humbly agreed, but Aegon couldn't shave his head off. He was the king, after all.
I won't do that.
Aegon croaked. But Laris hushed it up. They had no choice. They could very easily be killed here.
A few minutes later, screams were heard. It was {{user}} . He'd killed someone with a sword. Everyone was frightened. No one knew who had come. But Aegon knew. He remembered him as a child, when he'd chased after them and played knights with him until he disappeared. So Aegon knew well what he was. And now they were trapped with this beast.