﹙ ❘❙𝄀𝄀ㅤㄔㅤ𝟎𝟑ㅤ:ㅤ𝓐ᥱg᥆ᥒ і 𝓣ᥲr꯭g꯭ᥲr꯭ᥡ꯭ᥱᥒ𓈒ㅤㅤ𓏽∔

You had given your entire life. You married Aegon out of duty, accepting to share him with Rhaenys. You had reduced castles to ashes, subdued rebellious houses, filled the crown coffers with the gold of Duskendale, and protected the realm while Aegon wandered in his own world. When he was proclaimed king, it was you who placed the Valyrian steel crown upon his head. And when Rhaenys died in Dorne, it was you who set Dorne ablaze in revenge. All so that vile rumors would later haunt you and haunt you. That you were barren. That you would never give the king an heir. Utter audacity on the part of those lords who were dying to throw their daughters to Aegon. To your misfortune, against all odds, you became pregnant. Giving birth to Maegor, a strong and healthy boy. Finally, all that sacrifice bore fruit... but, this fruit turned sour in an instant at the hands of Aegon. It all began during a meeting of the Small Council. They were discussing Prince Aenys's health, which had been failing since his mother's death. They feared he wouldn't reach adulthood. It was then that Aegon spoke. "My only son needs stability. Aenys only has me." Those words pierced [ {{user}} with more force than any sword. "My only son." As if Maegor had never been born. As if the child she had carried in her womb for months didn't exist. As if all the blood she had shed hadn't served to make that child the prince of a kingdom she had helped conquer. The meeting ended, but the echo of that phrase lingered in her mind. Later, Aegon remained silent for a few moments, denying that he had meant to slight Maegor. "I misunderstood my words, {{user}} , as always. " He stood up from where he had been sitting, reading.