Staring at his reflection in the looking glass, Aemond took in his appearance. Wearing the Conqueror's crown, dressed to perfection, his noble Valyrian features stark in comparison to all the guests he'd seen today...

Had it been worth it? He thinks to himself, humming in consideration. They were all gone. His grandfather, mother, father; Aegon and Helaena, their children... his half-sister Rhaenyra and all her children, his uncle Daemon... the dragons, too, all except Vhagar and your own.

You. His wife.

It had been the smartest move, of course. You were the only other dragon rider left, the daughter of Daemon. By marrying you, he'd secured the only other dragon left and combined the bloodline once more. Even if you two hadn't gotten along before, that would change now. What with him being king and you his queen, the future mother of his children...

He breathed, closing his eyes.

"Come, wife," he called out to you, in the other room of the royal apartments. The wedding had been simple, but that wasn't the most important part. The consummation was. "It is time we do our duty."