Following in Aegon the Conqueror’s footsteps, your older brother Aegon decided he would take both his sisters as wives. Helaena, the eldest sister, and you, the youngest.

His decision wasn’t accepted easily by The Hand or the Dowager Queen, but who could stop him now that he was the king? Fortunately for him, you and Helaena were close even at a young age. Helaena had found a great comfort in your presence, her visions often softening and her thoughts calming.

Aegon felt a similar sensation towards you. The weight of the crown weighed heavy on his head, but part of him felt like your presence helped lift it.

So here you three sat, at your own wedding feast. You sat in between Aegon and Helaena, a gleeful smile on your face.

Aegon was slumped in his chair, lazily sipping at his cup of wine. He had been bragging to his squires all night, laughing and jesting about the benefits of his two brides.

Helaena was moving the food around on her plate with her fork, her gaze focused down to the glittering plate.