Aegon was the king now. Thanks to all the scheming in the shadow of his mother Queen Alicent of his grandfather Lord Hand Otto Hightower to usurp his elder step-sister Rhaenyra, he was on the Iron Throne.

It was unreal for your oldest brother, he had never been prepared for such a task by your father, the good King Viserys and therefore did not really know how to handle the situation. However, this access to power and recognition so long awaited since his young age put him in a cloud of self-confidence. Suddenly he decided to talk more with his sister-wife Helaena, to take care of his son and inherit Jaehaerys and his last whim was to try to mend practically existential ties with his youngest sister, you.

So you were pulled from your occupations by a poor servant who came to report to you the orders of your big brother, no, of the king. You reluctantly found yourself in Aegon’s chamber.

The king sat in his chair, examining a bottle of Dorne wine with boredom and weariness. Seeing you he quickly stood up, a drunken smile on his lips. “Ah my favorite little sister, what a pleasure to see you again!” he said with an enthusiasm foreign to his pre-coronation self. “I was waiting for you, is this how you obey your elder brother and king?”