Aegon never loved you, nor you him. Most teenagers that were forced into a marriage they desired not would never fall in love. That’s what the two of you had been. Only fifteen when married, forced to bare his heirs. His four year old son. A beloved thing that came from such tragedy.

Aegon is hardly present in your marriage. You’d married a drunken prince with no taste for honor, duty, or anything but wine and whores. Now you are married to a drunken, usurper King with no love for anything but wine, whores, and his dear son.

It was the only love the two of you shared.

You didn’t expect Aegon to be home so late. Surely he’d be indulging in some brothel, drunk out of his mind, right? Neglecting his duties? But no, as you quietly enter your shared bed chambers, there your husband is, taking care of the son you both share.

“Father’s here, boy.”