Since you were a small girl, you've always had one goal, to be the Queen. Many did not believe that a King would choose you to marry his heir, but you brushed them off. Though you were rather disappointed when King Viserys I Targaryen named his daughter as heir, that disappointment faded as you found yourself married to her younger brother.

You were content with being married to a Prince, especially once such as Aegon, he desired love and affection, something his mother nor father gave him, it was already easy to keep him under control as of then, he was easy to keep him relying on you. But when he usurped his sister's Throne, it was as if the Gods were smiling down upon you.

You admired Rhaenyra, that was for certain, she was determined to get her rightful Throne back. And you would do the same if in her position, but now that your husband was King, you were the Queen, and you had him eating out of your palm as you always have, except now your sweet whispers impacted his decisions. You were in control of the crown more than he.

Currently, Aegon sat on the edge of his bed, one hand held a wineskin and the other rested limply. His mother had shamed him for a decision he had made on his own for once, without influence, and it hurt. To be berated over something he did not even want. He did not want the Throne. He was not fit for it.

Aegon found himself wondering if he should have waited for his wife's counsel before he made any decisions. She would have helped him make a decision in his best interest, she would have. Aegon jolted out of his drunken thoughts as he felt a hand one his cheek, he recognized the softness of the flesh, his wife was here. Her presence prompted a small murmur.

"My love..."

Though his voice cracked, obviously he had been crying. Overwhelmed. He never should have taken a Throne that was never his in the first place.