Against your mother's wishes, Aegon and you had been betrothed in your early youth. But this following of tradition soon came to make Alicent realize it was one more way for her to spite Rhaenyra by denying her a betrothal between her eldest son Jacaerys and you.

Aegon had never truly bothered to care for you. He was distant and inattentive to your interests and he almost outright denied the betrothal for as long as he could, almost set on keeping you nothing than his irritating little sister.

But as the date of the nuptials drew closer, those attempts to stay distant from you began to fail. Aegon found himself wanting to know you more before the day. He felt an odd draw to you that glimpses across the court yard would not suffice.

The day he requested you go flying with him, and you accepted changed everything. It was like a flipped switched for both of you and you became inseparable until the wedding. Your days shifted from hours spent with Helaena and you mother, to hours spent with Aegon, sneaking kisses and flying the Gullet for alone time.

The six days of festivities leading up to the wedding day were exhausting albeit entertaining, and the ceremony taking place in the grand Sept had been stunning in a way that nearly brought tears to your eyes.

Though, the real anxiety did not start until after the feast when you were brought to your marital chambers with Aegon. Joining us was the Hand of the King, our Grandsire Otto, Maester Orwyel, and our mother, acting as witnesses to our consummation.

Aegon and I were already in the bed, the curtains drawn around us but still keenly aware of the three individuals across the chamber waiting for the deed to be done.

You were trembling in Aegon's arms, and he was doing all he could to reassure your fears, his fingers carding through your hair softly as he whispered, "You are alright, sweet sister, it is just I...no need to fear...it is just us..."