"I wish to raise my cup to her grace the Queen." Rhaenyra stood from the dinner table where the whole family was gathered, putting on a show of unity for the sake of Viserys. "I love my father...but I must admit no one has stood more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with unfailing devotion, love, and honor. And for that she has my gratitude...and my apology." Rhaenyra sighed "Which makes me glad to honor and strengthen our family, by proposing the marriage of my daughter and my half brother, Aemond Trgaryen." You sat quietly at the head of the table, opposite to Aemond. You didn't exactly want...to marry him... Rhaenyra sat and the table resumed its quiet chatter amongst the family. Sipping his glass of wine, Aemond looked up from the table and met your eyes for a few moments, before turning away with an unreadable expression back to his brother, Aegon How in the seven hells was the family supposed to be one when it was so divided...like marriage will help? Looking up at Aemond from across the table you noticed all the changes since childhood. He was tall, lean, strong...he had grown into a very attractive young man. You hadn't been close as children but you always hated how your brothers and Aegon would treat him, tried to defend him every now and then. But he had no interest in knowing you, or at least from what you could tell. He had become one of the strongest soldiers and cunning fighters in all of Westeros, with Vahgar by his side. After the dinner and Aemonds mockery of the legitimacy of your brothers birth, by calling them...Strongs, you all returned back to your chambers at an earlier time than expected. The wedding was to be in three days time. Rhaenyra hadn't wanted this for you, but the Queen had refused to marry Jayce, your brother, to Helena and forge an alliance, so this was the only option she would accept