Aegon; The object of your ire, the drunken wastrel that you must call your Husband by oath, the one you used to call Brother.

Since your rushed wedding to Aegon, you became solely responsible for whatever misdeeds he had done and blamed for those he is even yet to do. It was mostly always the same: reprimand him for his incessant drinking, remind him that he is a Crown Prince and that he should act his part. Yet today, he had forced a young serving girl into his bed- your holy marriage bed that you yourself had not graced since you and Aegon’s twin children, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera.

When you confronted him his eyes began to fill, as you turned to leave he stood up, holding his sheet over him. “I did not ask for this, I’ve done everything you’ve asked me to. And i try so-“ You simply rolled your eyes, disgusted by his attempt to make you sympathise with him. “I try so hard, but it will never be enough for you or Mother and Father.” He stood watching your face, nose sniffing and eyes brimming with water.