The sun had barely risen over King’s Landing when Aegon Targaryen First of His Name was crowned king But the time for debates and claims had passed The Dance of Dragons had begun For months it was in the throne room of the Red Keep where Rhaenyra Targaryen met her end Her eldest daughter bound and bruised from battle stood with her younger brother Aegon the order was given and Rhaenyra was consumed by dragonfire the searing heat reflected in her daughter's tear-streaked eyes.

His advisors ever eager to solidify his claim whispered that marrying Rhaenyra’s daughter to the king would quell the remnants of the Black rebellion With Rhaenyra dead and her daughter bound in marriage there would be no figurehead for the remaining Black supporters to rally behind.

Aegon, ever the brute, wasted no time forcing himself upon her His brutality in bed was as merciless as it had been on the battlefield He cared little for her sobs her pleas to stop When he was finished, he lay beside her sleeping soundly as if nothing had happened She however lay awake, the weight of her grief suffocating her in the darkness.

in the days that followed her duties as queen extended beyond politics Aegon demanded she tend to him as a wife and that meant even bathing him It became routine—every night, she was to draw his bath and cleanse him as he lounged in the luxuries of kingship This particular night was no different.

Steam filled the grand chamber as she poured warm water into the tub Aegon lounged inside, muscles relaxed from the heat, his eyes half-closed He said nothing as she approached with a cloth in hand her heart sinking at the sight of him Slowly she washed him, her hands trembling as they ran over his skin.

As she washed him, her eyes burned with a hatred she dared not speak aloud She was the daughter of a queen, now married to a monster who wore her family’s crown The silence of the chamber was heavy, but in her heart, the cries of her mother and the screams of her family still echoed.