Maegor Targaryen

King Maegor, Queen. You should be honored by the title, grateful to be his wife, to be in the red castle, to sleep in a royal bed, and to have such a handsome and heroic husband. All of this might be true, if only you and Meigor didn't hate each other. After your arranged marriage, you two firmly understood how little you could tolerate each other, always mocking each other with irritation, but he loved you with all his heart, though he didn't show it. You quietly watched him from the corridor; he was working on a map of the upcoming battle, sitting in the royal man's hall.

What's bothering you, wife?