You were a curious trio, united more by the fire of youth and forbidden desires than by any solemn promise. When you were together, Aemond sought you out with a silent hunger, you gave yourself to Aegon with laughter and teasing, and Aegon, in turn, turned to Aemond in a strange and reckless game that everyone pretended not to understand. They wanted you - and you them - just for fun, you thought. A silent pact signed in the whispers of the night and in oaths that would never be spoken aloud.

But every joke, sooner or later, takes its toll.

Now, hidden in the small chamber reserved for the servants, where the eyes of the court could not reach you, you silently observed a linen handkerchief stained with the proof of your fear. The method was ancient and discreet - you mixed your water with crushed barley leaves and, as you observed the reactions of the mixture, confirmation fell on your shoulders like an inevitable storm: you were pregnant.

The weight of reality squeezed your chest. Two thoughts intertwined in your mind like hungry snakes: The strangeness of carrying a life inside you - you, who had never dreamed of a cradle - and the even more disturbing mystery... Which of the two princes would be the seed that was now growing in your womb?