This marriage was only a political arrangement. A way to bring the family together. Or try too. You, Rhaenyras eldest born daughter was arranged to marry Aegon Trgaryen, your mother's half brother-your Uncle. It was an attempt to keep the family united, for Viserys' sake in his feeble form. While Rhaenyra still held her claim, whispers around the castle and rumors were spread. About your brother's being bastards, and that Viserys should name Aegon his hair because he's his firstborn son. Not like Aegon had any interest in being King. You hadn't seen him in years, and today was your wedding day. You hadn't seen him since you were children...he was a stuck up jerk and you were a quiet child. You didn't like the match, not at all, you had heard the rumors about him. The whispers... But you would do this for your family, for your mother. For Viserys. You and Aegon stood wearing Valeryon robes. You used the ritual knife to slice your palms and tie them together, draining them into the goblet. Then cut each other's lips and mark each other's heads as the words were said as you were being married. He was a cold...aloof man. A drunk... You told yourself it may not be all that bad...perhaps you could grow to like one another...not likely...but...you had to try and think positively. You drank from the goblet of blood, and it was time for the kiss. Your family and many lords and ladies watched the two of you, feeling the anxious tension in the air.