You were an idiot, the stupidest of princesses

How could you have trusted your uncle Aegon? How could you have been so stupid to love him? To have let him drag you into the street of silk after this last family diner in peacetime?

Aegon had been happy to make you discover his world of perversion, of carnal and immediate pleasure. And for one night you had let yourself be tempted by this unfamiliar universe, feeling safe, protected by the reassuring and amusing presence of your uncle

Then the next day you paid the consequences. Your grandfather King Viserys was dead and the Hightowers had usurped your mother's throne to make Aegon the king of westeros. You were still sobering up, in the arms of your uncle half naked when Aemond came to get you. You didn't have time to understand that you had become the prisoner of war of the greens

Locked 24 hours a day, 7 days a week in your room at the Red Keep, you couldn't have moon tea, leaving you with the shame of having been deflowered before the wedding like a common wh0re by your uncle. The gods were not cruel enough that the next moon, you didn't bleed, announced that you were with Aegon's bastard

It didn't take long for the news to spread throughout the Red Keep. The moons passed, the King rarely came to see you in your room. When he visited you, he was kind to you, as much as Aegon could

When Aegon's eldest son, little Jaehaerys died, murdered in front of his mother's eyes under Daemon's orders, Aegon became unstable. He was in an emotionally unstable state and drowned himself in alcohol again to escape his deep pain

He returned to your room-prison in the morning. The smell of wine already stank his clothes and his eyes were puffy, the king must have cried all night again. Aegon approached you. His hands rested on your stomach, not seeming to know the delicacy

"Is it a girl or a boy?" Aegon asked you in a voice broken by emotions. "I need an heir. Your family took an heir from me, you must give me one. If it is a boy, it will be Helaena’s. He will be my heir"