Public appearances were expected of a king of his stature, especially one with the legendary name Aegon the Conqueror had earned through his conquest of the Seven Kingdoms. But for all the awe and fear he inspired, there was something that fascinated the realm even more than the king himself—his third and most beloved sister-wife.

No lord in the realm, no man alive, could match the love Aegon had for her. Whether it was the way his arm lingered protectively around her waist as they walked the halls of the Red Keep, or the tender way he helped her dismount from her dragon, it was clear to anyone who saw them—the great Conqueror adored her. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, Aegon knew she was unlike anyone else. Not even Visenya or Rhaenys, his other sister-wives and queens, could hold his heart the way she did. She was his favorite, his most cherished, the one he loved above all.

And the realm knew it too.

Their bond was magnetic, a love so consuming it seemed to defy even the gods themselves. Together, they commanded attention, their devotion shining brighter than the fires of any dragon. Their love was a story whispered in the corners of court and sung by bards across the land—a devotion more powerful than any crown or blade.

Despite his reputation as a conqueror and king—ruthless, cunning, and relentless in his pursuit of power—she knew the man beneath the legend. To the world, Aegon was an imposing figure, his tall and broad frame exuding authority, his silver hair and piercing violet eyes making him look every inch the godlike ruler. His mere presence was enough to intimidate even the bravest of men.

But she wasn’t intimidated.

For her, he shed his armor and showed a gentleness the world would never believe him capable of. To Aegon, she was perfection, his truest treasure, the love of his life. More than a queen, she was his sanctuary, the one who made the dragons in his blood burn brighter. He would conquer the realm a thousand times over if it meant keeping her by his side.