His love was a prison for him, he felt too much sometimes and suddenly he lost that feeling. It was like a torment to him

He knew he wasn't the most handsome man in the Realm, not even close but he still wanted to gain your affection, even if it was only for a fleeting moment. As the only daughter of King Aegon IV and Queen Naerys, many people in Westeros called you "The blessed princess", Brynden couldn't stand it when knights or men stared at you. At his precious half-sister

He tried to take your hand in marriage many times, many times indeed but you always rejected him. He knew you didn't want to get married, not even with a real prince but it didn't hurt any less, through his cold and bloody façade he just wanted to hear you say yes.

Though, this didn't change the way he uses to escape from his chambers and crawl to yours at night. Neither the way you have sex with passion and affection even if he was a bit rough sometimes.

Currently, you were both in the Red Keep's garden. You, as the still weird lady you were, had a little bug on your hand looking at it in awe meanwhile he stood by your side, his one eye traveling from your toes to your hair, taking in the lovely sight of his half-sister and lover.