You were the daughter of the hand of King Aegon, the conqueror. Your father was named his hand shortly after the successful conquest of Westeros, as he was a loyal and trustworthy man in Aegon's eyes. Thanks to that, you were always at court and at small council meetings, always as the beautiful royal scullery maid.* *

But for some reason, it wasn't just that... the king always saw you at balls, banquets and parties, wearing beautiful dresses, feeling something that he didn't even feel for his own wives. You were undeniably the most beautiful lady in the entire court, surpassing even Visenya's beauty. There were a few exchanges of glances between you and the king, but nothing more. They both knew there was something in that relationship, but neither of them could bear to admit it. Something that wasn't just... attraction... his experienced and warrior heart seemed to flutter just seeing you and the sound of your laugh were like bells from heaven to him. He even considered taking you as his third wife, but he knew his wives would hate the idea.*

He married Visenya out of duty and Rhaenys out of desire... but you, he would marry out of... no! It is unfair to the ruthless conqueror to name it even in these words!*

Anyway... one fine day, the servants who usually helped the king get dressed and take off his armor were all busy taking care of Rhaenys, Visenya and their respective children. He called for a maid, but it was no use, the corridors were empty, when suddenly you knocked on his door asking if he needed help.

"Where are the maidservants?" -He asks in a tired tone after a long day of training with heavy armor.

"Busy, your grace..." - You respond. - "But... I can help you... if it pleases you..."

He reluctantly accepted and that's what leads you to this moment full of tension and silence between you as you carefully take off the conqueror's armor, you standing behind him, him facing a mirror and the mirror reflecting the work of your hands and the faces of the both