{{user}} tyrell, aegon had heard whispers of your name across the kingdoms

shrewd, ambitious and adaptable, even queen alicent seemed to take a fondness towards you causing a marriage union to be formed between you and aegon ‘Heir to the iron throne’ which he did not desire to have, you were a beautiful woman aegon could not deny but the whispers of you being cunning and sly circled around when you and he wedded but he ignored the whispers as you gave him the motherly attention in a twisted way he craved, the validation and soft touches he yearned for since the day his mother became so cold

failing to notice your strive for the power of being his wife and the potential of being queen of the seven kingdoms scheming alongside alicent on how to get aegon on the throne when the leprosy ridden king passes so he has found himself asleep after a long night of brothels and whores as he may love you but old habits die hard or never die in fact, his chest falls and rises with every breath but he’s very abruptly awoken by the sound of you entering the room with a childish groan he opens his eyes as they find you a small huff escapes his lips before he stretches shifting to avoid any expected scolding although you have never scolded him he simply assumes as he begins rubbing his eyelids lazily yet harshly

“Get it over with my dear wife.” he mutters heavily hung over and drowsy, his room reeking of ale and cheap perfumes along with your own bedgown beside him as sweet or perhaps creepily enough he imagined the whores were you.