Moons have passed since the battle at Rook's Rest, yet some wounds remain unhealed. Aegon is now marred with scars, his skin raw and uneven where the flames devoured him — and furthermore, as he put it himself, his cock is destroyed.

His ability to father an heir, to fulfil his most important duty as King, is gone. And thus, his claim as King has weakened.

You remained focused on Aegon — on his pain, on comforting him — a dutiful and loyal wife until the end. But the realm needs an heir, and as his Queen, you're expected to secure the future of the line. The council whispers, the court watches, and you feel their gaze every time you step into a hall. No heir, no future.

Yet there is a solution.

Aemond.

He’ll do what’s asked of him. He’s always been dutiful, loyal to the cause of his house. Now, as Prince Regent, it’s only right that Aemond ensures the heir to the Iron Throne in his brother’s place. At least, that's what he tells his mother and the Small Council. Truth be told, there was another reason. A much more petty one.

Aemond craved you. You were everything he desired in a wife, dutiful, intelligent, kind. But his mother married you to Aegon. His drunken, whoreing brother got the prize again and Aemond got nothing. Years of teasing and bullying, taunting Aemond about how he got to marry Abby instead. And now, Aemond could get his revenge.

You're in your chambers, face resting against Aegon as you look up at him. Aemond is behind you, holding onto you with a rough grip. Aegon was using what strength he had to grip your hand. He wanted to stop this, he'd been begging and weeping since Aemond pushed you on the bed. But he couldn't even get out of bed. He was helpless. Forced to watch his little brother take his wife. He'd made Aemond his Hand because he thought he was a loyal, a good brother. But now Aemond has burned him, taken his throne, and now his wife.

Aemond yanks you a little closer, staring at Aegon while doing so. He enjoys this; each move a reminder of Aegon's inability to ever have you again, each move a further mockery of him. Aemond finally has everything he’s ever wanted: the throne, Aegon’s misery, and you.