"i do." the words sounded bitter on his tongue, and Aegon tried not to roll his eyes when his lips against your own finally sealed the muttered vows. most of what he promised in front of the sept ― in front of you, and family ― had been utter nonsense. he didn't want to marry you of all people... not that he had a choice in his already decided faith.

Aegon found you to be annoying and irritating, and he knew you disliked him just as much.

but gods, he had to admit that you were just so pretty in your fair little wedding dress. the sigil of your family, embroidered on your sleeves, was a stark reminder that you weren't of dragon blood ― that you didn't wish to let go of your name.

but you were a part of his family now, his wife.

"enjoying yourself, wife?" there was a bit of bite behind his words when he finally took a seat beside yours at the head of the table.