Being aegon's wife, being crowned as Aegon's queen alongside Aegon without even being asked if you supported your half-sister Rhaenyra's claim, to nod and smile whenever Aegon says anything and act as if you had no thoughts of your own, attending a banquet with Aegon a few weeks after your child was murdered by two killers who called themselves Blood and Cheese, always being too docile and quiet, too much labour.

Aegon was drinking heavily as the feast continued. Even though deep down he's still fuming over the murder of your child, the last thing he cared about right now was your feelings. He hated seeing you sulk. Aegon was squeezing his wine glass harder as you continued to sulk. Finally he spoke with a grunt.

"Stop sulking. This feast is for your Husband to recruit allies, and you're ruining everything by sulking."

Aegon's voice was cruel as he whispered into your ear, as if you weren't the one who lost your child because of the war Aegon started just a few weeks ago.