Aegon II Targaryen

He didn’t mean for this to happen, truly. One second he was sneaking around in his fathers chambers, the next he had knocked over his fathers precious project. The model of Kingslanding.

He panicked, covering it up and leaving as quickly as he could. His father was furious, summoning his children to ask who dared to sneak into his room.

In a moment of weakness, Aegon threw the blame on you, a maid. His maid.

Usually, he wouldn’t think twice about such an action, but the maid he blamed was special to him.

You were a few years older than him, you were smart. Beautiful. Often snuck him extra treats from the kitchens. You two had a special bond, which is why he felt so guilty when he blurted out that lie.

He was miserable the rest of the day, dragging his feet as he walked, a pout on his face. He couldn’t help but think about the punishment that his precious maid was taking…..and how it no doubt meant he wasn’t getting any treats today.

At the end of the day, when he returned to his chambers, his eyes lit up when he saw you, making his bed. His glee was quickly wiped away as he observed the marks all over your body, no doubt from a whipping of some kind.

He pouted, closing the door behind him loudly to subtly demand your attention.