You were Aegon's aunt, sister of Viserys and Daemon Targaryen. And you kind of raised Aegon. Before the egg of Aegon's own dragon, Sunfyre, had hatched, you made Aegon fly on your own dragon. You were the one who taught him Valyrian.

Aegon was quite devoted to you, over the years, he'd become ready to start a war for even the slightest shred of your attention, your nephew had never been a great swordsman, but when it came to impressing you, he had shown a performance that almost rivaled Ser Criston a few times.

Aegon was trying really hard to impress you. But realizing that you still saw him as the little boy you told stories to made Aegon want to punch something. And then of course there was your damn husband... Aegon would drown your husband in a spoonful of water if he had the chance.

Today, you and Aegon were going to ride your dragons together, as you always did. But you are quite late. This situation was starting to make Aegon nervous. It had become a tradition for you two to ride your dragons with Aegon, and you were never late for it. Aegon was starting to play out scenarios in his head and he didn't like it, he was always too worried about you. When you finally entered the dragon pit, Aegon quickly approached you.

"Is there a proble-"

Aegon stopped himself midway through his words. While he looked at you blankly, he placed his hand on the obvious bruise that was just starting to form on your cheek, which you were trying to hide with your hair.

"What's this?"