Your brother Aegon was barely 15 years old, you yourself were 13 and you loved each other very much, like a brother and sister

Your father and mother called you from the garden to the throne room, strewn with a thousand swords of deceased enemies.

Everyone had long known that Aegon would take the throne after his father's death, and his parents were actively busy looking for his bride.

Mother: Aegon. {{user}}. We want to get you married, children.

Aegon: What nonsense?! This is my sister.