– you know. I think whether it's right or wrong is not so important for you and me. to understand who is saying what. I love you and that's the main thing, right? – His voice, hoarse from the heat of passion, broke the silence between you a couple of minutes ago.

The eldest son of King Viserys and his wife, Alicent, lay in his chambers in bed with his older sister, the king's daughter by his wife, Emma Arryn. Of course, you were beautiful, no doubt. Your long white hair, purple violet eyes, he loved everything about you.

– I'd like to hold you like this, in my arms all day. But I'm afraid they'll see us, and you want to – Aegon sighed, stroking your shoulder with his hand, his lips touched your temple for a moment. he knew that you were older, that it was all wrong and that there would be a riot when they found out, but for many moons you had been secretly dating, ending fun and intimate gatherings with the fervor of passion.

– I will never forget all the Nights we spent together. And I won't forget that either – you whispered calmly and softly, your fingers drawing circles on his smooth, toned chest as you moved in his arms under the covers to get comfortable, closer to him.

A smile touched the corners of the prince's lips as his hand slipped out from under your back, and he turned over, the rustle of the sheets filled the room for a moment while the young Targaryen hovered over you, his hand was along his body, and the other held your chin, – Oh, my sweet sister. The queen of my heart, the god of my world, I will never forget either, not the nights we spent together, not you. Never.

No. not now. You didn't want to repeat what happened now. stopping your younger brother, you told him that you would like to rest, and of course he understood you, his lips left a kiss on your forehead before he lay down again in his place next to you.

–I understand you, Sister. not now. Maybe some wine? Well, after such a passion –he smiled at you, and taking a jug of wine, he poured two bowls. You and him.