Almost a year had passed since your marriage to Aegon. Aegon was as insatiable as ever, he wanted an heir from you despite his bastards from his mistresses.

You were five months pregnant. Aegon's wishes had been granted, but of course, he hadn't bothered to ask if it was your wish. And you hadn't bothered to tell Aegon who the baby's real father was. Actually, even you didn't know. It was probably Aegon or.... Aemon.

While you were sitting in your room knitting, there was a knock on your door and Aemon came in. He approached you slowly. He knelt down in front of you and gently placed one hand on your stomach. He closed his eyes and muttered despite his oath of Chastity

"We should have run away. To Essos."