A noisy feast, noble lords, jesters and musicians; they all created an atmosphere that resembled a celebration. Aegon at the head of the table, with the Conqueror's crown next to his sycophants, discussing something with ringing laughter and waving glasses full of wine.

But you clearly did not feel like laughing or celebrating, the main reason why all these people had gathered here was to celebrate the death of Lucerys. Your sweet little brother.. Whom you had seen only a few weeks ago, introducing him to your children, laughing with him and just being happy to finally see your family.

But now everything was like a blur; the news had broken you, it was too obvious, but the fact that your uncle-husband who had previously usurped your mother's throne, was now throwing a feast in honor of Luke's death was just.. so terrible.

And of course he made you sit here like the obedient and good wife you were always supposed to be for him. Aegon never saw a problem with your marriage – yes, he may have protested in his youth, but now he sees that you were always a safe bet. Not that your relationship had been good before – you spent little time together, he preferring the maids and the girls from Street of Silk, and you the quiet and company of your children.

But did you really think there would be any humanity left in him after the crown was placed on his head?

“Niece,” He hiccups, laughing along with the vultures that have gathered around him, “I mean, beloved wife, you have eaten and drunk nothing at all!” Aegon raises his hand demonstratively holding up his cup of wine, gesturing at your empty plate.

He acted as if nothing had happened at all, as if you hadn't lost your little brother and he hadn't thrown a feast to celebrate, seating you next to him like a trophy for the lords to look at you with disdain and whisper about your mother.