They loved you. Always loved. Both of them. And how could they not? You were the light in the darkness of their terrible lives - you were always the only one who loved Aegon for who he was. And the only one who never mocked Aemond for what he was. You fit perfectly into the lives of both Targaryen brothers - you were like the missing piece in their lives; and no matter how difficult they were, somehow you dealt with them.

But; according to your family's tradition - you married Aegon; the eldest son - and by your side, he had never been so happy, the days and nights by your side were his epiphany. And at the same time that Aemond was consumed by jealousy; he knew he could have you - because on lonely nights, you sought him out too. And so; they began to share you. You had children and because they were born with common Valyrian features you never knew whose they were; because you were with both, and both loved you.

And that's why; sitting around the table at the small council; they waited so nervously for you. You fled; the war began, and you were desperate, scared, and without any trust; so one night, you took your children and mounted your dragon - fleeing far from the Red Keep. Aemond caught up with you on Vhagar - and before your dragons could fight, you were forced to return - and now you were making your way to the small council hall, ready to face the fury of your two lovers.

"She’s crazy, she intended to fly away with my babies..." You heard Aegon's voice on the other side of the door; and your heart skipped a beat hearing Aemond correct him. "Our babies." And now... You simply didn't know what to do.