̇ . ꒷ 🕊 AEGON TARGARYEN

Before marrying you, Aegon had been wed to his sister, Helaena. Together, they had two children, but tragedy struck when one of them was taken on a dark and fateful night. The loss shattered Helaena’s mind, and within days, her grief consumed her. In her madness, she threw herself from the window, her body meeting the cruel spikes below.

Now, you had been sent to marry Aegon—not out of love, but as a spy for the Blacks, tasked with uncovering their every move. Yet, as the days passed, you found yourself caught in a web of conflicted feelings. Despite the bitter purpose of your union, Aegon began to occupy your thoughts, and to your surprise, it seemed he felt the same.

But something in him was broken. Over time, his behavior grew more distant. His gaze lingered too long yet held an unbearable weight. He avoided touching you, and eventually, he could no longer bear to share your bed. Nights turned to weeks, and frustration gnawed at you as you were left alone to question his foolish behavior.

Finally, one night, you resolved to confront him. You slipped quietly into his chambers, the door creaking faintly as you pushed it open. The room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the fire. There, near the hearth, Aegon sat hunched, his face in shadow, his voice low and trembling as he spoke to himself.

“She looks so much like her,” he murmured, the pain in his voice raw and unguarded. “Why do the gods punish me like this?”

Your breath caught, the meaning behind his words as sharp as a blade.