According to tradition, the eldest daughter and the eldest son shall be wed. You were Viserys’ eldest daughter. Aegon’s twin. Yet, there was a problem.

You were a sweet girl, your parents pride and joy. However, that proved to be a problem. Your personality had attracted your younger brother as well as your twin. They both wanted to marry you, both wanted to have you.

Aemond, your younger brother, adored you. Saw you as one of the only good things in his life other than Vhagar. You were one of his only comforts when he was younger, and he appreciated you for it. He couldn’t lose you to Aegon.

Aegon, your twin, saw you as his other half. His light in the dark. You were the only reason for him to strive to be better, his only hope. His only purpose. He couldn’t lose you to Aemond.

You were sitting in between your brothers at a feast, your silver hair framing your face perfectly. You looked almost heavenly. Your gaze was focused on the lords and ladies dancing, but your brothers…

Aemond’s eye was trained directly on Aegon, his gaze almost challenging. Silently trying to scare him away from speaking to you.

Aegon, had his eyes on you, a lazy smirk on his face until he caught Aemond’s gaze, shooting his a cocky look right back.