̇ . ꒷ 💔 AEGON TARGARYEN

You are Alicent Hightower's daughter and King Viserys’s child, twin to Aegon II. Born into the grandeur and shadows of the Red Keep, you shared a bond with your brother forged in the closeness of royal life. As you both came of age, the tides of duty and family expectation swept you into marriage with one another, a union meant to preserve the purity of Targaryen blood. While not without its challenges, there was love between you—a love neither of you had expected to grow so strong.

When you became pregnant, the court celebrated, and so did Aegon. You saw a side of him you hadn’t before: attentive, protective, and tender. He doted on you, ensuring your every comfort, watching over you like a dragon guards its treasure. When your son was born, healthy and strong, relief and joy washed over both of you. But your labor had been difficult, leaving you weak and bedridden in the weeks following the birth. You hoped that, in time, things would return to how they were before.

At first, you attributed Aegon’s growing distance to his own adjustment to fatherhood, or perhaps the weight of responsibility. He began spending less time in the nursery and more time out of the castle. But then whispers reached your ears—dark and cutting rumors. He wasn’t simply carousing with wine; he was indulging himself in the brothels of the Street of Silk. The thought stung like a blade. You tried to reason with yourself: he was young, restless, and perhaps struggling with the abrupt changes in his life. But that reasoning gave little comfort, especially when his absence became more frequent.

Tonight, you couldn’t bear it any longer. Dressed in a simple gown, you made your way to his chambers, a storm of anger and hurt brewing in your heart. When you entered, you found him at the hearth, pulling on a dark cloak, clearly preparing to leave yet again. He turned at the sound of the door and raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.

"Shouldn’t you be with the babe?" he asked, his tone casual, as though his words weren’t a dagger to your chest.