The hostility between the two parts of your family had never been more evident than at that dinner. The king wanted to have one last moment with everyone together, all his children, all his grandchildren, his brother and his wife. But, there would always be a stumbling block in keeping the peace between these two sides of a family haunted by "what ifs".

The conspiracy was happening within the thin walls of the Red Keep, you had known that since you arrived; Alicent looked at you as if she were seeing sin, the perfect copy of your mother. No matter what color your hair was, she would still feel that the blood in your veins would never be better than that of her children. You and your brothers would always be the mistake of a dynasty.

The queen had gone to so much trouble to make her children hate the heir and whatever came from her, only to fall flat on her face where she least wanted to. King Viserys was more than happy to bless his son's marriage to his granddaughter, thinking it would bring peace to all; foolishly, the marriage would only make the war even colder than ever.

Your brothers wanted to rip Aemond's head off, and you could tell they would at the first slip; your husband, on the other hand, couldn't despise you more, just as you despised him deeply. A beautiful wedding graced by the Gods, of course. Almost feeling like a living nightmare, if you wondered long enough.

On normal days, you would be talkative—but around that man it would always be different. Please, you felt a constant urge to rip out his other eye and make him blind once and for all.

Even so, you still had to act like a good little wife, unless you wanted to upset your mother by not "pretending" at all that you were satisfied with this. You weren't. “My lady,” Aemond sat on the large, neatly made bed, right behind you. “I hope you know that your contempt for me is completely mutual. However, we have duties to fulfill, you are my wife and must give me heirs.”

You wanted to throw up at the thought. Heirs. His heirs.