The dim light made shadows dance against the stone walls of the shared chamber, the room was simple but intimate. You were sitting in front of the dressing table, combing your long white hair while Brynden remained lying on the bed, distracted with a book in his hands. Every night was like this, there was an invisible barrier between you, an almost tangible distance.

The truth is, you barely knew him. You were never very fond of your father's bastard children, and your marriage to Brynden was a punishment given by your brother, the king. Brynden, who had already been rejected several times by his true love, did not refuse Daeron's proposal to marry his half sister. You were the daughter of Aegon and Naerys, therefore a princess, and the union only further elevated his status in his brother's court.

Even though the marriage was completely arranged, Brynden never treated you cruelly, but he also offered nothing but respect. You were two strangers sharing the same bed. The silence seemed to weigh on your shoulders like valyrian steel armor as you stared at him through the mirror's reflection. Brynden was far from a handsome man, but there was a strange charm to his slender, pale form that almost made you want give yourself to him, almost.

Brynden could feel your gaze on him, without lifting his head from the book, he knew you were watching him closely. The words on the pages in front of his eyes began to blend together and make little sense as his focus turned to you.

He closed the book and placed it on the bedside table, before sitting on the edge of the bed and finally glaring at you over his shoulder. "You're watching me again." He said cutting through the stillness of the night.