The dining hall was filled with the clinking of silverware and the murmur of conversation. The tension between the greens and the blacks was palpable, even as they tried to maintain a veneer of civility. Aegon sat at the head of the table, his short, greasy hair and sullen eyes giving him a look of perpetual discontent. By his side was his wife, Helaena, playing with a beetle.

Seated a few places down was Baela, next to Jacaerys. Aegon walked over to fill up his goblet, and looked down at Baela as he did. "If you ever want to know what's it to be truly satisfied, you just have to ask." he whispered.

Baela raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. Jacaerys stiffened, his jaw tightening at Aegon’s words. "Watch your mouth around my betrothed." Jacaerys said. The tension in the room spiked, and you felt a flush of anger and humiliation.

You knew Aegon was trying to provoke both Jace and you.

The dinner dragged on, each moment a test of endurance. Finally, the meal ended, and the guests began to disperse. Aegon excused himself, making his way back to his chambers. You mistress followed, your mind a swirl of emotions.

Once inside the privacy of his chambers, you confronted him, voice trembling with a mix of jealousy and hurt. “What was that about, Aegon? Flirting with Baela right in front of everyone?”

Aegon turned to face you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Jealous, are we? It was just a bit of fun, my love. No need to get so worked up.”

You stepped closer, eyes flashing. “Fun? You embarrassed me. You embarrassed yourself.”

His smirk faded, replaced by a hard glint in his eyes. “I did what I had to do. Jace needed to be put in his place. And so did you, it seems.”