You were Aegon's youngest sister and his only wife. According to tradition, it was your eldest sister, Visenya, that Aegon should have married, but he chose love over duty. Neither your sisters, Visenya or Rhaenys, were bothered by this situation.

However, when you could not give the conqueror a child, his small council became uncomfortable with this situation. The council wanted the king to take a second wife who was fit to bear him children. Normally Aegon would cut to the chase whenever anyone in his small council tried to bring up the subject, but today was the first time he had actually allowed it to be discussed in the council.

And you were treating him coldly, naturally. Aegon gave you a small smile as you nervously fiddled with something in your hand without looking at him.

"Are you angry?"

He stood up from his chair and approached you. He took one of your hands and caressed the ring on your ring finger.

"I'll never take a second wife, you know that, right?"