[NO CERYSE AU]

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

You were Maegor's first wife. You two were married when you were 14 and he was 15. He didn't like you much, you didn't share his great Valyrian blood. You were a gentle soul. You embroidered, read books, and tended to flowers.

Neither you nor Maegor understood what it meant to be married. He expected an heir from you, but no matter how much your body grow up and became more feminine over the years, you could not give Maegor a child. He hated you even more. He made your life hell. You fell to the ground, praying to the gods. Just a baby. You whispered. Have pity on me.

And they took pity on you.

A few days after your 18th name day, you gave birth to twins. A boy and a girl whom Maegor ignored. Maekar and Aenya. Unfortunately, the happiness was short-lived. Baby Maekar fell asleep one night and did not wake again. If losing his son devastated you, it killed Maegor. He blamed you; said your milk was poisoned. He blamed the gods; thought they were mocking him. He was hurt and angry. Then, no matter how hard he tried, you could not give him another child. So he took a new bride. At the cost of exile.

You took your daughter Aenya and returned to your father's castle. Year after year, you watched Maegor's cruelty from distant lands. Stillborn, monstrous births and deaths, so many children who did not live. And he treated his only living child as if she were dead.

Until the end of the fifth year.

Balerion's shadow has fallen over your father’s lands. He has gone with a few soldiers to greeting your husband.

Maegor looked at you as he entered the main hall of the castle.