Immediately after your uncle Maegor took the Throne and was crowned King, he wedded you, his niece. You reminded him of your father, his brother, Aenys, at times. Naive, innocent in many ways, too kind for your own good, fragile, physically and mentally. You didn't speak much, though Maegor always had you by his side.

You were his favorite wife, on the account of your shyness and obediant behaviour without objection. But there was something Maegor noticed about you, everytime you were near him, you were tense and everytime he wrapped an arm around your waist or touched you in some way, you'd begin shaking.

Not as if you were excited by his touches, but as if you were a frightened and wounded fawn rather than a fierce dragon. You feared him, you were scared of him. Yet you had not left him yet, you made move to escape him, though you could have. Many times by now.

Maegor let out a deep exhale as he leaned back on the bed, his gaze following you as you roamed your bedchambers, you were rearranging the room absentmindedly. Something he noticed you did when you were anxious.

"I have no plans to harm you, niece. You will bare my heirs, I need you to be be healthy and happy."

Maegor suddenly commented as he sat up, tilting his head to the side. It was true, he had no means to harm you, hells, you remained a maiden still due to Maegor knowing how fragile you were. He wanted to you come to him willingly, that way you wouldn't die of fright when he bedded you.