You had married Aegon unhappily, it felt more like an offering to quench his thirst. Despite your constant fear for him, you managed to live together.

You carried your baby gently. You sang a sweet little tune that calmed the crying baby. A few days old, he was the first son of Aegon.

"What are you singing?" he asked. You were scared, and you quickly shut up. You didn't know he was standing in the doorway, watching. "He likes it. The baby..."

He seemed genuinely surprised.