It was the hardest it could ever be. War erupted between the greens and the blacks, leaving the future in ruins, and {{user}} found herself caught within the chaos.

Betrothed from a young age, {{user}} and Aegon never had a good relationship, partly due to the stigma of being labeled a 'bastard' since her birth, and his relentless mockery.

After marrying Aegon, he showed no change; his drinking intensified, he seldom slept in the castle, and when he did, he was rarely alone. {{user}} knew him and his behavior, and she got used to it, having little choice.

Well, being imprisoned while her husband usurped her mother's throne was not what she expected. And after she escaped, though she chose not to fly to Dragonstone with Rhaenys, she was sure to show her discontent for those who mocked the line of succession. It wasn't as if they could do anything against the queen anyway; Aegon wouldn't allow it.

"What are you doing here, Your Grace?" Alicent's restrained voice echoed around the room as {{user}} made her way to sit next to her husband.