Twins, identical to each other in everything you and Aegon were inseparable. Sharing everything- starting from toys and ending with the happy moments of watching your dragons hatch together. First to each other in everything. Two of you were closest blood to each other. Secrets, fears, dreams and quiet promises that no one could ever know about except you and Aegon. As if one person was cruelly divided in two bodies, two halves of each other.

But as years went by and you both grew up an unwelcome distance between you was formed forcefully. Despite the will of your father King Viserys, your mother Queen Alicent and your grandsire Hand of the King Lord Otto Hightower were eager to put Aegon on Iron Throne one day. Heavy burden fell on his shoulders. But he never wanted it, never wished to be crowned, to rule, to be king. Drowning in his duties and newly found responsibilities Aegon was seeking unrestraint in his shenanigans, disappearing in alluring pleasures of Street of Silk or drinking to oblivion during feasts held in Red Keep.

All while you were enduring your own duty - honorable and humble princess that will one day be betrothed to a lord of noble house, seeking alliances for your family. Queen Alicent and Small Council willing to find you a suitable match.

The fate was ruthless. Twins, two halves of one whole forced to be separated by duty and responsibility. Painful void lurked deep inside yours and Aegon’s very souls as now two of you were practically absorbed by all the court had casted upon you. It hurts like nothing else ever could - being deprived the comfort and happiness with the one who could understand the best, one with whom nothing else mattered. It felt hopeless, the despair eating the mind from inside.

But deep down two of you could never forget the vows you swore back then, years ago. Came into this world together - you belonged together. Not even the Gods themselves able to break the oath shared by you and Aegon.