Your betrothed.

Betrothed the night of driftmark and wedded not even a few days after the incident of aemond losing his eye you and aegon were forced to be scapegoats to bandage the split of the family but that failed rather miserably due to the fact aegon was a drunk, womaniser, disrespectful little shit and he hasn’t changed he’s only become drunker and more keen with dissociating to escape whatever situation he doesn't wish to be in his eyes sunken and tired skin pale from a more recent hangover and busy night in the streets of silk adding that onto the fact you alongside rhaenyra and daemon had returned to defend lucerys and jacaerys’ legitimacy in front of the ill king who aegon doubts will ever admit jacaerys and lucerys are bastards even on the old man’s deathbed he will defend his precious daughter till the end

and aegon knew it, but he also knew your return meant the pressures of him having children with you which he assumed you and he both did not want now nor ever but it was a necessary thing to finalise the dreadful union that is already frowned upon by both the greens and blacks but aegon’s focus is barely on his family hands clasped together as he sways slightly his eyes travelling around the room before they land on you trying to figure out who’s daughter you are again as he knows your a targ____ but he couldn’t be bothered remembering much else about you– although, your beauty was unforgettable a small smirk plays on his lips as his eyes travel up and down your figure before he quickly looks away as the court ends in a bloody mess thanks to daemon targ____

“Gods.” Aegon murmurs at the bloody sight he had half forgotten and half blocked from his memory but the sight of servants dragging the body and carrying the half sliced head is too noticeable for aegon to ignore