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Mother was gone, Aegon thought to himself. Mother was gone and she was never coming back. Even as Aegon repeated this to himself it still didn't feel real. Father had come to him last night and sat him down. He had looked at Aegon with an unreadable expression on his face. “Your lady Mother has gone back to Lys.” Viserys had told his son. Aegon hadn't understood why his father had looked so sad. “When will she be coming back?” Aegon had asked Viserys with confusion written all over his face. 

  Viserys looked at him before frowning. Sighing, Viserys said to him “Your mother isn't coming back. She has decided to return to Lys permanently. She never considered Westeros her home and had grown tired of the Westerosi customs and their court.”

   Aegon stared at him as he attempted to comprehend what his father had just told him. He glanced at his father with a sullen look on his face before he asked him “She grew tired of me then? Was I too Westerosi for her?” His father did not respond, only looking blankly at his son. Viserys nodded his head before he stood up and left without saying a word.

  Now Aegon looked up at the ceiling of his bedchamber as he had been doing for much of the night only managing to drift off to sleep for a few hours at a time. He felt nothing. That was the best way to describe it. Numb and empty, full of nothing. He could see light begin to peek through the windows of his room. He closed his eyes and pulled his blanket close in an attempt to feel warm again.

   When he opened his eyes next he could see a tray of food had been left for him by a servant. Not too long as Aegon could still feel the warmth of the dishes as he picked up the tray and sat it on his bed. He still felt empty. Is it my fault? Aegon wondered. Am I that bad of a person that Mother couldn't love me enough to take me with her? She didn't even say goodbye. 

   He felt an invisible pressure in his chest. It felt like a void right where his heart should be, begging to be filled. He glanced back at the food on his tray. Maybe eating will make me feel better, Aegon thought. And so he did, and as he felt the food fill his belly he felt the void dissipate just a little.

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  Aegon's stomach hurt. That was nothing unusual for him. He had eaten enough to make his stomach hard and bloated. Still he felt better than he had been. He had never felt so lonely in the past three years than he had in his entire life. Granted he had only been four when his mother left him and his family. It seemed like he was the only one who felt this way.

   His uncle the king was melancholic most of the time but he had his wife and Aegon's father to comfort him. And his uncle comforted his father in return. Aegon couldn't rely on his siblings either. Aemon and Naerys clung to each other and no one else was allowed inside the bubble the two of them had created. Aegon had tried to seek comfort from all of his family but they had only brushed him aside and told him he was getting too old for this and he needed to toughen up. In response Aegon had turned to the one thing that would never push him away or dismiss him-food. 

   He had started by just eating every he could get his hands on at feasts and after realizing that it wasn't enough he had started sneaking into the kitchens to take sweets and meat and whatever else the kitchen staff would allow him to take. 

  With a cloth filled with food he would go back to his room and eat the entire thing in one sitting. His stomach hurt after words but he felt warm and full and the void in his chest would go away for a little while. It didn't matter how much he ate, the empty void always came back.

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Aegon looked into the mirror with disgust. The eight year old prince wanted to disappear into the floor, never to be seen again. He looked at the mirror then back at his body. His body which had started growing plump from all of the food he had been consuming. His hands grabbed at his belly which squished and stuck out slightly. His doublet was tight and felt like it was suffocating him.

His flushed in embarrassment as he recalled earlier that morning. His family was breaking fast together for once all of them. He had felt excited because he wouldn't be eating alone in his room. Now he regretted his excitement. Aegon had begun to eat his meal when he noticed his father was looking at him. He had wondered when the last time he had been this close to his father. His father looked away when Aegon stared back. After the meal was done Aegon was stuffed full he had gotten up to leave when his father had pulled him aside.

Viserys glanced down at his son with thinly veiled disgust. Aegon shrunk back from his father after viewing the look on his face. "What is it?" The young prince has asked nervously. Viserys replied with "You're getting fat." Aegon felt his cheeks burn. To prove his statement Viserys looked over at Aemon who was leaving with Naerys through another door. Aemon was a year younger than Aegon but was the same height as him. But Aemon was stick thin and Aegon was not. Aegon swallowed hard. Father looked back to him before reaching out and grabbing Aegons stomach. His father squished it and jiggled it in his hand. Aegon felt like vomiting. He has known he had put on weight but he had assumed it was because he had grown. Now he could see he was sourly mistaken. Viserys scowled before saying "We may have
blood of the dragons but that doesn't mean you should grow to the size of one."

Those words still echoed in Aegons brain. And he still felt the urge to throw up, to get rid of the food he had consumed. Maybe I can Aegon thought to himself. And that was he found himself hunched over his chamber pot dry heaving in an attempt to make himself throw up. It wasn't working. Apon realizing this Aegon decided to try another way. He jammed his fingers down his throat, trying to gag himself with the hope it would make him throw up. This time it worked.

Afterwords Aegon layed down his bed curling in on himself. He rubbed his aching stomach with both his hands. He felt awful but at the same time he also felt satisfied. He had found a solution to his problem. I'll just throw up after eating Aegon thought. Then I can eat however much I want and grow skinnier then Aemon. Maybe even skinnier then Naerys. With that thought to comfort him Aegon closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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Aegon was in the walls of the red keep. The secret passages in Maegors holdfast had been a great asset over the years. He fourteen years old,almost a man grown. And grown he had. He almost as tall as his father and definitely taller then Aemon. At least he could claim that over his brother. Aemon seemed to eclipse him in everything else though. Aemon was a prodigy with a sword and with a lance. He was fathers perfect son who could do no wrong. Aegon hated the fact that Aemon was always so perfect and never made mistakes. Aegon was good with a sword and a bow. He did well in his lessons. But he wasn't anything special the way Aemon was special. Aemon could have anything he wanted if he asked his father for it Aegon was sure. The only thing that Aemon could never have was the birthright of a firstborn son. Not that meant much to the firstborn son of a second son.

He had went into the walls after his father had told him of his plans to betroth Aegon to Naerys. The thought made him ill. Marry Naerys? The two of them couldn't be more diffrent. Naerys was small and delicate, pious to a fault. She didn't want him or anyone else for that matter. The only good thing that would come out of this situation is that at least Aemon wouldn't get his way for once. Aemon loved Naerys in a way that was deeper that the way a brother loves his sister. Though he seemed blind to the fact Naerys did not love him in the same way.

Aegon loved his siblings deep down somewhere in the hole where his heart used to be. He loved them as his siblings even if he didn't really like them and had never been close to either of them. There relationship was more of the one you would have with cousins you saw a few times a year. He had always felt like an outsider in his own family. So he had started seeking connection elsewhere. He liked sneaking down to the kitchens and listening to the cooks gossip with one another. The serving maids always had the best stories Aegon had found. The servants had been slightly nervous at his presence at first, after all even if he wasn't in the direct line of succession he was still a prince and the son of the Hand of the King. But they had quickly realized his intentions weren't anything malicious and had made him feel welcome and included. Aegon liked how straightforward and honest the servants were with each other. They seemed far more genuine then the high lords. They were a witty bunch trading japes with one another all the time.

They also knew by now to give whatever food he wanted,no questions asked. The food in question was usually sweets. Sweets tasted the best coming back up Aegon had found. He threw up nearly everything he ate. It made him feel good after throwing up. He could at least control that even if Father wanted to control everything else in his life. As it would turn out however making your self vomit had side effects.

He was always tired and often drifted of during his lessons. He was scolded for it by Father and the Maesters while Aemon often looked at him with quiet judgment. His skin was almost as pale as Naerys which only served to make the bags under his eyes look even darker and more pronounced. When he stood up too fast he would see black dots in his vision. His mouth was inflamed almost all of the time and his hands had scars from the acid dissolving it.

The walls of the Red keep was were he went when he purged. At this point he had almost memorized all of the tunnels and passage ways. Some of the passages had dead ends. One dead end in particular was his chosen spot to vomit into. It was located away from yhe main passages probably trying to act as a misdirection for intruders. No one came there though so he didn't need to worry about hiding the vomit.

Getting drunk was almost as good as purging. He constantly drank. Aegon loved to get drunk and jape at feasts. It attracted the attention of the lords and ladies. At least they payed attention to him. The best thing was when he stuffed himself at a feast and then got drunk. He would then sneak off to purge while still enjoying the effects of the alcohol. He had heard the rumors that when he snuck off he was going to sleep with a whore or a lover. He had never slept with anyone before but he had thought about sleeping with some of the more attractive ladies at court. He had never followed through and it was usually only a thought he had when he was drunk.

He was looking forward to tomorrow. It would begin the Kings nameday feast and there would be a tourney afterwards.

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Aegon sat in his seat fighting the urge to doze off. Due to his lack of sleep and the fact he was slightly drunk, it was difficult to stay awake. Court under his uncle was dour in the best of times but this day should be given the number one prize for the most mind numbing experience of his life. Even his lessons with the maester looked great in comparison.

The king sat on the iron throne looking regal and fragile all in the same breath,somehow. His pale skin,silver hair and deep purple eyes the color of wine marking him as a true Targaryen. Unlike his namesake Aegon had always been aware that he had taken after his mother's appearance and there was much gossip that he must have the same foreign Lysene values as his mother looking like that. Because though he looked valyrian it was the type seen in Lys and the other Free Cities; not the look of the dragonlords of Valaryia.

His main source was his father, who could barely look him in the eyes somedays for the resemblance he held to his mother. Everything about him was hers; his white golden hair that held a soft curl to it, his pale lilac eyes and even paler skin. His frame was tall but had a inherent voluptuousness to it. Well as of now it did. Throughout out the years he had steadily lost weight only to gain it back or times like now where it was stagnant.

Aegon's throat and nose still burned from last night. He was chewing mint leaves in an attempt to quench the smell of his breath. It had been a particularly awful time last night. Being reprimanded by Father before being forced to attend a private family dinner. He had tried to pace himself in the presence of his family. He had succeeded in that at least.

Afterwards though was a different story as Aegon quickly had servants bring up a set of his usual requests. Lemon cakes and custard and other sweets. A pitcher of strong wine and several different meats. No bread however. Bread he had discovered, was the absolute worst to regurgitate. In the end the specifics didn't matter. All of the food would meet the same fate.

He started slow but as always quickly increased his pace. He stomach became hard and swollen, pushing against his tunic aggressively. He had groaned softly rubbing a hand on it. All the while he still kept stuffing his face until he ran out of food. When he reached that point he grabbed the wine pitcher and drank it all in one big swig. He had climbed into bed and laid on his side swirling circles on his stomach. Letting out his pants made him more comfortable because they had become unbearably tight.

After a while he forced himself to sit up having some difficulty doing so. He let out another pathetic moan. He stood and walked over to one of the walls in his bed chambers where he felt along it before coming to the noch that opened the secret passages. He let put a sigh and stumbled forward the effects of the wine finally coming to fruition. He reached his destination and sat on his knees looking around the passageways. It was pitch black as he had so thoroughly memorized them that Aegon had no need for a light.

Satisfied no one was there he turned back to the task at hand. He pulled off the leather gloves adorning his hands. Once they were bare he shoved his left one into his mouth while the right was used to steady himself. It took a few tries before anything came up. After that it was smooth sailing and he felt the euphoric release he always did as he lay on the floor to dizzy and exhausted to move.

Sometime later Aegon had made his way back to his chambers where had slept soundly until being rudely awakened by one of the servants informing him that he was to attend court that day. The same court he found himself in now still aching with boredom. "May I present to the court Lady Falena Stokeworth of Stokeworth." Someone shouted loudly pulling the prince from his thoughts. He looked up to the sight of what must have been Stokeworth. She's beautiful  he thought to himself.

Soft looking dirty blonde hair was laying down her back in a loose braid. She had very attractive features with big blue eyes and a heart shaped face. Her skin was clear and fair. The bodice of her dress struggling to contain her breasts. In any case Aegon's interest had finally been peaked.

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Aegon woke up to pain. His head was pounding but that was normal at this point. His body felt like one giant bruise and indeed that appeared to be the case. All over his skin was patches that were turning and ugly and mottled yellow and green. He tried to remember what he had been doing last night but it was foggy.

There was the sound of breathing which Aegon realized to his alarm were not his own. Laying next to him was a women who upon closer inspection appeared to be naked and also identified as Falena Stokeworth. What on earth happened last night? 

He tried to remember last night but it was all bits and pieces. Assuming the gaps in his memory were due to much wine he tried to think of a logical course of events that would have led him here. Here appeared to be his bedchambers in the Red Keep. There had been a feast last night for some irrelevant reason. Suddenly Falena sat up and looked around and then at him. She gave a soft smile at him. "Did you enjoy last night my prince? I know I certainly did." 

"Last night." Aegon muttered. "What happened last night my lady? I seem to have had too much to drink."

She quirked an eyebrow at him. "You asked me to dance and then we talked at the feast last night, Prince Aegon." He had assumed as much. "After that." He said hurriedly. "The feast came to an end but we were having such a good time that we snuck away and you showed me the tunnels Maegor the Cruel had built in the Red Keep. There we kissed and it led to something more." He looked at her in understanding. "You took my manhood." Falena shrugged.  "You were a little apprehensive since it was your first time but eventually I convinced you and you seemed to enjoy it." Had he? He must have, though he remembered little to none of it. "I brought us here afterward then?" She gave a nod. "And then you fell asleep. As you said, to much wine." Swallowing, Aegon realized the gravity of what he'd done. "You need to leave, now before anyone sees you. I know a way you can take out of the Red Keep without being seen." He'd used it so many times and it saved him a great deal of trouble. Falena Stokeworth looked at him in a contemplating way. "Will I see you again, my prince?"

"Perhaps." He allowed.

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They had seen each other again, many times. The months turned into years and Aegon couldn’t help but enjoy his secret life. In fact he took a great thrill from it, escaping his father’s will made every lecture, slap and long periods of no contact more bearable than he could ever remember them being. Aegon shared all of his heart's secrets with Falena, except the one he would never reveal. Telling that one was not an option. That secret was laid only between him, the bowls of the castle and the gods, if they even existed.
Everything was great or great as things could be. Stalking through the walls of the Red Keep as if he were a ghost, Aegon made his way to Falena’s chambers. It was no bother to her coming to King’s Landing as she lived so close and so her and her family had come to visit court and he had made it his business to pay her a private visit of her own. Tired as he was, it had seemed to fall off of him as he got closer.
Like always Aegon was quickly rewarded as he opened the secret door into Falena’s chambers. She lay there sprawled across her ornate bed waiting for him naked as she had been on her name day. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Undressing himself quickly he climbed in next to her and in the dark of the night they made their secret love.
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A horrified shout awoke Aegon abruptly from his sleep. Blinking blearily he took in his surroundings. Next to him was Falena looking just as startled as him and he looked around farther he saw the source of her startlement. Standing above them was a white knight of the Kingsguard. Shit. This was not good in any context. Best case scenario he could talk the Kingsguard into leaving and forgetting about seeing his dalliance but the knight would still know and Aegon of all people knew what the right amount of drink did to one's lips. He opened his mouth to speak but could not get a word in as the Kingsguard shouted an alert.
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Later he was brought in front of his quite irate father. “What were you thinking, you greedy boy!” Viserys' eyes practically bulged in their sockets. “My son a whore. Well you know how your mother ended up, would you like to join her?”
“I would prefer her to you right now, Father.” A slap immediately followed stinging Aegon's right cheek. Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that. But he was angry too. The Kingsguard had pulled Falena and him apart and she was marched off before Aegon could get a word of goodbye in. “I love her Father. She is a woman of noble birth, not some common wench. Why can’t I marry her?” His father’s face reddened and his scowl deepened. “You soiled a noble woman and caused a scandal. Don’t think you're as crafty as you think yourself to be, Aegon.” The prince opened his mouth to speak but Viserys cut him off. “Oh to think I named you after my dear brother. What you resemble is my uncle. No, you will not be marrying some noblewoman. You will marry Naerys and that is the last I will hear of it.” An ill feeling crept up Aegon’s stomach. “She's my sister! Father, how could I bed my sister?” Again he was slapped, the golden rings on his father’s icy hands cutting into his cheek. “Selfish boy! You think I married your mother of my own free will, that I wanted you to be born? In a kinder world it never would have happened but we are not in a kinder world and so here we are. Do your duty.”
That was the last thing Viserys said to him before shoving Aegon to his knees and pulling out a wip, the kind they used on horses. Flicking his wrist Viserys cracked it across his back. It hurt, but not as much as the ones that followed, the ones that continued deep into the night. After what seemed like an eternity Viserys stopped and opened the door to his study. A Kingsguard stood on the other side, the same one that had found Falena and him earlier. Gripping his shredded shirt roughly the Kingsguard dragged him up and out of his father’s study and through the halls were everyone they passed stared at him and his wounds and then quickly looked away as if to erase the action. Aegon's vision was starting to fill with black dots as they approached his chamber. By this point the Kingsguard was practically carrying him and continued to do so until he dropped the wounded prince both in pride and body onto the bed. Within minutes he was swept away into the dark.

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It should have been the best day of his life. Marrying the person he loved the most in the world. Instead he was stuck with his sister who stood next to him, looking dainty, frail and tearful. He felt like crying to but kept that emotion shoved deep down inside himself and let it fester into a pit of resentment and rage instead. He was a prince of the realm but so was his father and Father ranked higher than he to the king. He had made brutally aware of that when he had begged his uncle to call off the marriage to which the king had only shaken his head sadly.
Aegon had thought about making a run for it, maybe heading for Lys where his mother was said to be. She wouldn't care about him though. His mother never had before and would send him right back to here were he stood now with a slap to his face as a wedding gift.
He still yearned for Falena though she had been moved far, far away as his father could manage. So now he had Naerys and a life of misery to look forward to.
Naerys was so pious Aegon wondered if she even knew what they would have to do tonight. He muttered out his vows and Naerys spoke hers with a voice that trembled as much as her body. It made him ill at the thought of fucking her until he saw the glimpse of satisfaction on his father's face. Well if Father wanted it so much he would get it. Even if Naerys hated it.
Aemon was looking at the both of them helplessly. They were sat down on the dias of the Red Keep's Great Hall were Naerys picked at her food and stared at her plate, whispering prayers under her breath while Aegon danced, drank and devoured until he was drunk, dizzy and felt disgustingly full. It was then the crowd began to call for the bedding ceremony and Aegon obliged pasting a fake smile on his face and let himself be pushed into a chamber as if he were the happiest man in the world. Soon Naerys was brought in as well shaking in her dress as she looked at him with a pleading stare. Something like regret twisted in his chest as he took her and unlaced her dress before pushing her onto her back. The crowd cheered them on, oblivious to her distress. Taking in a deep breath Aegon did the deed to her. If he couldn't have what he wanted, neither could she.
Now she would be just as miserable as he had always been. She strained against him pitifully but gave up after a while. It angered him.
When Falena had taken him he had lied still and tried to enjoy it. Eventually he finished and the people were escorted out by the Kingsguard. Aegon rolled off of his sister and stood up. "We won't have to that again will we?" Naerys asked meekly. "Not if my seed takes root it won't." The chambers they had been placed in had once been his until Viserys moved him. Feeling along the wall he gripped for a handhold. When he found it he pulled and a doorway appeared. His sisters already big eyes grew even larger. "Maegor's secret passages." She said looking at him in disbelief. "How..."
"I have my ways." Aegon responded. "I'll leave to your lonesome now."
"Your leaving?"
"Do you not want me too?"
She looked around the room uneasily. "What if someone comes in?"
Aegon chuckled weakly. "They won't. Now if you will excuse me I'm going to get so drunk that I forget this horrible night ever happened. I suggest you do the same. From her spit on the bed, Naerys kept eyeing him warily and also fearfully which she never had done before. Again his remorse came up in his throat almost making him vomit but he shoved in down into the dark, empty place where his heart used to be. Without another word he slipped through the passage, closing the doorway from the other side.
In the morning he found out Aemon had pledged himself to the Kingsguard.
The next month he found out Naerys was pregnant.