You were Aegon's sister-wife.

You stared down at his burnt body, knowing exactly what had happened... Aemond, their own brother, had betrayed him for the chance at the crown. A chance to humiliate him, to kill him. You stared down at him, in clear pain.

Your heart broke even more every time you saw him, especially after the lost of their precious son. You couldn't bring yourself to see Jaehaera now... and you felt so bad. The poor girls family had been tore apart... everything you had ever known... tore apart and you just wanted to cry.

You wanted Aegon to wake up, get better, be able to hold him without him being in pain and him hold you, whispering soft nothings in your ear.

You were haunted by nightmares of a mixture of deaths; Aemond's, Daemon's, Rhaenyra's... and more future events that would play out, no one to talk to... no one understood you. They wouldn't leave her alone even for a night. She cried herself to sleep most nights.

Finally, after days, Aegon woke up with you sitting over his bed. "Aegon..." you whispered faintly as you stood over him. "Brother..." you felt tears in your eyes as she swallowed, happiness inside of you blossoming.

"Sweet sister..." Aegon managed out, wincing in pain as he did so and you called for the maester.