Seven save all who deem your union to your eldest and youngest brother as a abomination.

even you at the start had dreaded the eventual union once your father, king Daeron the good, had announced it at rhaegels 15th nameday feast.

you had only been five and ten then elder to rhaegel by 9 months. Even then, Baelor was of ten and seven, and maekar was of four and ten.

so no wonder such a maiden as yourself was confused. Two? You hadn’t even thought two husbands was possible.

“Such a joyous day to celebrate my son rhaegels nameday! However, I have even grander news for the realm!” your father was on his feet now. Perhaps Baelor is finally betrothed? However father would have told you his plan. Perhaps mother is once again pregnant? Doubtful.

father kept speaking and your gaze shifted to Baelor, who was sat at your left, he looked attentive and ever the perfect heir. However, maekar who was too the right of your mother, the youngest of daerons five children, looked bored out of his mind. So were you.

till half the room gasped and then applauded. And Baelor suddenly had wide eyes that only found you in the room of chaos.