Aegon played through the night he had met you as he stumbled through the halls. The smile on your face, your beautiful dress, the positivity in your words. An arranged marriage, yet one you believed to be full of love. Your hope was broken into a million pieces on your wedding night, when you found out Aegon found most of his pleasure in wine and women.

He had drunkenly stumbled off to the Street of Silk after your marriage was consummated, leaving you all alone in your shared chambers.

Ever since, your smiles faded, your shining words becoming burning silence. Every night, your duties were fulfilled, and then he just…left. Off to a whorehouse or a brothel.

Aegon clumsily opened the door to your shared chamber, his foggy eyes dragging directly over to you, sitting up in bed with a book in your hands. His eyes connected with your belly, full with his heir. He blinked slowly, keeping his eyes closed for a few more seconds than necessary before making his way to the bed.