You’d been married to Aegon since the two of you were seventeen. You were the lady-in-waiting to the heir to the Iron Throne, his older half-sister, Rhaenyra. You are a lady of the court, though of lower status, as you come from a smaller House in Westeros. You had been wed to Aegon when you sullied yourself, drunkenly hooking up with him one regretful night.

The two of you do not get along. You are loyal to his half-sister and her bastard brats, Aegon hates it. Before, he did not half to think about it so much. You favored Rhaenyra’s side of the family? Fine, he would favor whores over you. But now, his family has placed him on the Iron Throne, usurping it from Rhaenyra, and suddenly your loyalties is all he can think about.

“Bend the knee.”

His voice echoes throughout the Throne Room that holds only you and him right now. He needs your loyalty to be with him. How can he fight a war for the Throne against his sister, if his own wife is against him?