Since birth you had been promised to your half-brother Maegor. While your oldest brother Aenys wed Alyssa Velaryon, you were to wed Maegor to preserve your family line at its purest.

In your youth, you and your brothers got along well. Playing and learning and maturing. But as the years passed, wedges grew, distance in duties and parents changed everything.

On the night of your wedding, you and Maegor had barely spoken in over a year, not knowing much about each other anymore, nor frankly caring. But when it came time for the bedding, things became even more tense and awkward and painful.

With witnesses gone and the act consummated you both were free to do as you liked. Instead if returning to his chambers, Maegor went to sleep at your side. Still keeping his distance, but in the bed nonetheless. Come morning, you had found yourself wrapped up in him, his arms wound tightly around you, cradling you to his chest still fast asleep, soft murmurs escaping him as if he were speaking.

He stirred just slightly, nuzzling closer to you, soft puffs of breath tickling your neck. It was the closest you had been to him since you were children, and it was the calmest you had ever witnessed him to be.