Following the tragic demise of Helaena, Aegon entered into matrimony with another maiden—you, the object of his affection for many years. Upon your union, Aegon anointed you as his reigning queen, much to the court's amazement and the populace's curiosity. Your relationship, long nurtured by mutual respect and affection, now blossomed under the weight of crowns and the expectations of the realm.

Despite being informed that the union between the two of you would not bear fruit in the form of progeny due to the grievous injuries Aegon sustained during the Battle of Rook’s Rest, fate took an unexpected turn. Against all odds, you conceived and delivered a robust child, an event that astounded both the court and the smallfolk alike. Whispers of miracles and divine intervention swept through the Red Keep, each retelling more fantastical than the last.

However, as joy should have filled the royal chambers, shadows of doubt began to creep into Aegon's mind. Owing to a series of past events and certain inexplicable occurrences, he started to harbor suspicions that his beloved queen might be delving into the realm of sorcery.

The first seeds of doubt were planted when Aegon recalled the peculiar incidents that had surrounded your ascent to the throne. Small, seemingly insignificant at the time, these events now seemed to align with a darker narrative. He remembered the unexplained knowledge you occasionally displayed, the subtle yet undeniable influence you wielded over those around you, and the eerie calm that surrounded you even in times of great turmoil.

As the weeks passed, Aegon's suspicions grew. He began to notice the strange symbols you traced absentmindedly in the air, the whispered incantations you uttered when you thought no one was listening, and the uncanny accuracy of your predictions. Each observation added to his growing unease, feeding the paranoia that threatened to consume him.