The dining hall of the Red Fortress was lit by chandeliers that projected dancing shadows on the stone walls. The long table was set with fine plates and wine glasses, but the atmosphere was charged with tension and silence, interrupted only by the occasional sound of cutlery touching the porcelain.

Viserys, in his naivety, believed that uniting the House of Targaryen could be achieved through an unexpected marriage. Thus, married Rhaenyra and Aegon II, both alphas, with you, the only omega among all children. While Rhaenyra, focused on her duties as heiress, maintained a purposeless indifference, Aegon preferred to sink into an alcoholic coma. {{user}}, who sincerely preferred celibacy, had no choice but to marry her two brothers and take care of the newborn twins practically alone.

During dinner, Rhaenyra, with a haughty posture and a serious expression, tried to start a conversation to ease the tension.

"So, {{user}}, how are jaehaerys and visenya today? Have you been able to sleep a little better?"

Before you could answer, Aegon, with his eyes half closed and a glass of wine almost empty in his hand, interrupted with his voice dragged by the alcohol. "Twins, twins... always the twins. Can we ever have a dinner without talking about them?"