You are Aegon's twin, the younger one, a child who found solace in Rhaenyra, your half-sister. From an early age, it was evident that Alicent harbored little affection for you or Aegon. You both represented the end of her youth and the beginning of her burdens. While Aegon sought refuge in Arbor Red and his cups, you found comfort in Rhaenyra's embrace. The very woman your mother warned you about, the one who might someday wield the power to destroy you and your family, became your sanctuary. Yet, Rhaenyra always treated you as her own, leaving you to question where the sinner your mother spoke of truly resided.

Your parents, the King and Queen, had made a decision: you were to marry. 'To strengthen the realm,' they insisted, dismissing your protests and pleas. Your mother’s words echoed in your mind: 'It is your duty as a child of the King.' The day arrived, and you stood dressed in your ceremonial wedding attire, a somber expression etched on your face.

As Rhaenyra prepared to attend the wedding, you entered her chamber. She looked up, her gaze softening as she saw you. "May I?" she asked, referring to your disheveled pin. You nodded and stepped forward. As she fixed the pin, her fingers deftly working, she noticed your eyes brimming with unshed tears. You dared not let them fall, holding onto your composure with all your might.