Aegon shifted on the infamous Iron Throne, his fingers fumbling together as he listened to one of the many smallfolk speak of their problems. He knew the opinions of the smallfolk mattered, but he found this all rather tedious.

Just then, the doors to the throne room flew open. All eyes darted to the interruption, and Aegon felt a pang of irritation. His displeasure quickly fades when he realized it was you. His younger sister.

The crown weighed heavy on his head, and the burden of war was becoming too much for the young King. So, he called upon one of the only person he knew he could trust. You.

You were sent away to Oldtown by Alicent at a young age, yet that did not break your relationship with Aegon. He missed you dearly, and now that he was King, no one could stop him from bringing you back.

You were always a rebellious girl, so to hear that you had rejected the customs of Oldtown and instead learned the art of battle and court didn’t surprise Aegon in the slightest.

As you walked further into the throne room, your armored dress clinking as you walked, he took note of your figure. You were no longer a young girl, you were now a woman. He found himself cursing Targayen customs for not letting him marry you instead of his other sister, Helaena.

Although, Aegon the Conqueror took two wives, didn’t he? What was stopping him from taking his youngest sister?

He was snapped out of his thoughts as you approached the throne, your hands resting on the hilt of your sword.

“Sister.” He spoke, a smile on his face. “I wasn’t informed of your arrival.”