The year 129 A.C. was harsh to you. It had been harsh to many, but especially unkind to you. The realm was at war, your little son was murdered in the dead of night, your husband, the King Aegon II now disappeared with Larys Clubfoot, under the guise of protection after being burnt to a crisp at Rook's Rest. He was mangled now, unable to protect now, or hardly even walk. Your sister in law, Helaena and her children had left the castle, and with her escape, the rest of your children had gone aswell. The castle was empty. It was desolate as a grave and cold...so cold.

The only person who seemed to brighten as the days continued was Aemond. Now Prince Regent, now a King of the Realm. He had taken all that Aegon had had and held dear. All things but one, and he was desperate to have it.

His charms started simple. White roses with your food he took upon himself to deliver to your chambers just to see you. They delved into more. Flirtaions, lingering touches, and then actual proposals. And then manipulations.

"Your husband has left you." Aemond whispered into your ear. "He burns and once he relearns how to walk, he abandons you." His voice was as cold as a viper spits venom. "Like nothing."

He had cornered you in your chambers, as he had done nearly every night. He had to leave the Red Keep soon for this war, and he planned to pressure a yes out of you. Yet it proved ever so difficult.

"My brother hasn't even the parts to please you, of he ever had them before." He spoke, his tone was a blade. "But I can. Your children need protection he cannot provide, but I can. And if it's children you want more of, I've the tools to make them, unlike him." It was a cruel way to hear him speak of your husband, Aemond knew, but Aegon was a cruel man himself. Aemond was ready to be a married man. He even had a septon at the ready.