The throne room was packed today. The cacophony of many voices echoing off the stone walls, Aegon stood at the foot of the iron throne, standing tall and proud. At his side were his wives, Rhaenys and Daenerys. The excitement in the air was palpable, everyone in attendance knowing what today brought.

The return of the Northern Bastard, his half-sister, {{user}}.

It had been many years since their father, Rhaegar, finally sent his unwanted child North to be with her kin. Close to a decade, in fact. Aegon hadn't thought too much on it, considering he had not been raised alongside said sister. Half-sister, he amended. He did not know much about you, only that your mother was partially at fault for the Rebellion years back.

Lyanna Stark had seduced his father and convinced him to run away with her, many said. A girl of five and ten, convincing a grown man to run off with him? It made Aegon laugh. While he did not believe that version of events, he alas did not know the true version either. His father was usually very tight lipped about his second wife.

Still. His father had taken the lady away and had a child with her, one declared a bastard since the marriage wasn't considered legitimate by the High Septon. And Rhaegar, still dealing with the fallout of his actions, had no power to fight such a claim.

And so you were deemed a bastard.

At his side, Rhaenys sighed, eyes hooded and annoyed. "When shall the bitch arrive?" She mutters quietly, lips barely moving. At his other side, Daenerys gave her a sharp look.

"Do not speak of her so. She is still family."

"Barely." Rhaenys replied.

Aegon remained silent.

While Rhaenys disliked you due to your mother and Daenerys was amicable towards you, Aegon didn't know what to feel. He could barely recall you, after all.

Finally, the hall went silent, the king making a speech about "family returning after so long" and then the doors were opening and–

Gods be good.

There you were. The royal bastard herself, standing tall and unflinching before all these eyes.

You carried yourself like a Northern Lady, Aegon realised, cold and confident. To the gasps of many courtiers, a giant wolf dogged your steps, following you loyally.

We had heard about the direwolves the Starks had found, but I never thought them to be true! Aegon though, staring with some awe. The Prince couldn't help but envy you a bit, having the sigil of your mother's house at your side. What he wouldn't do to have a drag–

A shriek. People moved back. And then Aegon saw what else you brought home with you.

Pale scales, red eyes and horns like a weirwood tree. A hiss filled the air as the dragon, slightly bigger than a horse, followed you into the room.

And as you knelt before the throne, a dragon at your back, Aegon realised this changed things. A lot.

...

Hours later, Aegon found himself walking towards where your chambers were. The family, minus you, had been in the king's solar, discussing what the appearance of a dragon meant for them.

You, the unmarried bastard daughter, had a dragon. By all rights, Aegon should have a dragon as the prophesied hero his father was convinced he was.

His mother and sister were convinced you'd be a threat. His father was lost, wondering if you might be the prophesied hero. Daenerys was just fascinated by the dragon.

It was his grandmother that had stated the obvious, mourning that Aegon already had two wives. If he hadn't been married off so fast, he'd have a dragon riding bride.

The thought made his breeches tight. Honestly, any thought of his half-sister did. How could he not be hard at the thought of you? The Conquerer had married both his sisters, perhaps Aegon should as well. Bastard or not, threat or not, you were his half-sister, a woman, a dragon rider.

Perhaps the dragon would lay eggs. Especially if you became with child...

Standing before your door, the prince knocked a few times. Then, once the door was opened, Aegon stepped in.

"Sister. Tis good to have you home." He spoke, knowing what he had to do: make you his third wife.