The Throne Room of the Red Keep was filled with sounds of soft music, laughter and toasts, smell of exquisite dishes and wine everywhere. The wedding feast, celebrating the newlyweds - you and Prince Aegon. Courtiers cheer and celebrate, lords and ladies dancing between the long tables. But all of this tasted bitter.

The marriage was arranged and clearly political. And Aegon didn’t try to conceal his displeasure with the whole idea. Slumped on his chair, prince barely paid attention to bowing and curtsying guests, focused on his goblet of Arbor red. Aegon’s gaze distant and aloof, he doesn’t even look in your direction. His mother Queen Alicent forced him to become your husband, and for wastrel prince this was presumably a nightmare come to life. His reputation was strained with his countless nights spent at the Flea Bottom, his drunken antics and visits to the Street of Silk. And being chained to one woman through marriage won’t surely change his lifestyle he was following for years.

Couples swirl on the dance floor, atmosphere at the banquet is festive, everyone feasting for newly wedded. But deep inside a realization hits, understanding that this marriage alliance is nothing more than a duty, an arrangement for the sake of the Realm.