๋Aemond and Aegon Targaryen

You discreetly entered a tavern in Flea Bottom, wrapped in a cloak that hid your real identity. The hustle and bustle and the smell of beer spilled through the air, as you made your way through the crowd. As you crossed the threshold, your eyes adjusted to the gloom inside and, to your surprise, you recognized your two uncles, Princes Aegon and Aemond. They were in the center of attention, surrounded by women and with drinks in their hands. Despite your attempt to blend in, they recognized you instantly. Aegon was the first to notice you, his smile widening and he raised his glass in a gesture of greeting. "Whoa, whoa, who's here?" Aegon exclaimed, his voice echoing above the noise. Aemond, with an amused look, turned to you, his eye shining with a mixture of surprise and mockery. "It seems the princess is finally leaving the castle walls," Aemond said, his tone laden with sardonic humor.