You were hastily married off as the remnants of House Targaryen after the dance of the dragons. You were both little kids who didn't know what marriage meant. Even though you were both nothing more than children, the wounds inflicted by your families, two separate branches of House Targaryen, were deep and still hurting.

Your families killed each other. Even as two children you were aware of this. Two children, a newlywed couple, new King and Queen, despite all these adjectives you two could be called, Aegon couldn't even hold your hand without straining himself.

Aegon never even smiled. He was too depressed for a kid his age. But neither you nor Aegon were normal children. Aegon was forced by your father to watch his mother being fed to your father's dragon. Even though you were also a child, Aegon couldn't love you as his wife or even see you as a friend after what your father did.

He was already forced to come here by his half-sister Rhaena, who promised Aegon that he would have fun. But neither the puppies nor the idea of ​​being forced to spend more time with you made the boy king happy. As usual, he retreated to a corner and bowed his head. He wasn't looking at you or the puppies.