The royal carriage rocked back and forth, causing Aegon to lean his head back in attempt to relax. His mind drifted back to the events prior. The ceremony. His wedding ceremony.

According to tradition, the eldest son must marry the eldest daughter. You were his twin, which he found laughable. You two had nothing in common other than your looks. To him, you were…odd.

When there was a public event, you were off by yourself. You didn’t speak much, not unless spoken too. You didn’t seem to take pleasure in many things, often distant from everyone. An especially common occurrence for you were your nightmares. Aegon always overheard conversations you had with Alicent about terrible nightmares you would have every night. He couldn’t understand you no matter how hard he tried.

Now, you two were being brought back to the castle to celebrate your marriage with a feast. One you would probably avoid being at.

His head slowly tilted over to you, gaze drifting down to the beetle you held in your hand. He sighed, shifting slightly as he observed the way beams of sunlight reflected off of your silver hair.

“What are you doing?” He asked in an attempt to get his mind to focus on something else.