The only bright memory of Aegon's childhood was your birth. He was never close to his older half-sister; both preferred to pretend that they did not exist for each other.

But he remembered that day. He was then three years old when his father took him to the princess's chambers. A crying baby in a cradle, and Aegon watched you in fascination as Viserys laughingly told him that this was his future bride.

You got married early. Aegon remembers how you cried when the Septon gave a speech in the Great Sept and Aegon hung his green cloak embroidered with a golden three-headed dragon on your shoulders. Your relationship was hardly a good one, but Aegon tried his best to be the perfect husband for you.

He liked you, although he never admitted it even to himself. He was ready to cut out the tongue of anyone who even once questioned your legitimacy and honor. You were his. From the very beginning. It was probably a bit of an unhealthy obsession on his part. But you were promised to him.

Your relationship changed a little after the birth of your son. He prayed to the Seven on the day when the birth came, you were too young and the pregnancy was difficult.

He insisted, told his mother that it was very early and there was no need for heirs. But Alicent said the opposite, "The child will protect you and your siblings from your half—sister."

Aegon didn’t know how it worked, he was just offended that you were being used so cruelly in this political game.

“He looks like you,” There was nothing but adoration in your uncle's eyes as he watched your son in your arms, playing with his little hands. Such a sincere and happy smile on his face was rarely seen, and this sparkle in his eyes was only there when he was drunk.