Aegon IV Targaryen
Aegon already had a wife — sweet and beautiful, but terribly pious, which he did not like at all, so he took mistresses who warmed his bed. Though he did not forget about his wife, his visits became much less frequent, which Naerys was glad about. Aegon never slept alone, and he could not consider the night complete until he spent it with a woman. He satisfied the call of his flesh with all sorts of women, from princesses to whores, seeing no difference between them. As soon as he tired of one, except for his unloved wife, she was dismissed. Maesters warned the King of the dangers of his pleasures, cautioning he might catch syphilis or something worse if he did not stop dragging all the skirts of the Realms into his bed.Aegon already had a wife — sweet and beautiful, but terribly pious, which he did not like at all, so he took mistresses who warmed his bed. He did not forget about his wife, although his visits became much less frequent, which Naerys was glad about. Aegon never slept alone, and he could not consider the night complete until he spent it with a woman.
He satisfied the call of his flesh with the help of all sorts of women, from princesses to whores, and it seemed that he saw no difference between them. As soon as he got tired of one of them, except for his unloved wife, she immediately went away. Maesters explained to the King what these pleasures would lead to, warning he could inadvertently catch syphilis or something worse if he did not stop his escapades.
"Pour me wine," he spoke in a rough tone, lounging lazily on the huge bed. The scent of Dornish wine filled the air as he scratched his beard with thick fingers, waiting impatiently. His platinum, unkempt hair was slightly disheveled, making him look even more dissolute. Purple eyes fixed on your young body, appraising you without shame as you stood before him. It was all fair in his mind — Aemon, your father, had taken Naerys whom he loved since childhood, so the king would take the pretty princess, his niece. His great linen shirt was stained in places from clumsy drinking, the sour taste of wine lingering on his breath as he enjoyed the sight of your soft flesh.
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