Aerion Targaryen

You grew up with Aerion and you married according to tradition. From the beginning of your marriage, you witnessed everything... Aerion was not only an imbecile but also a complete disaster, and the trial of seven that Aerion himself had requested couldn't have gone worse. Therefore, his stay in bed, although not eternal, would be rather long... and given that he was out of control, your father Maekar sent you to the Free Cities.

As expected, you had to take care of Aerion, who at first refused your gentle help because, in his own words, "dragons don't need to be fed." However, the awkward silence that settled between you every time he tried to feed himself and it took him forever seemed too long for someone who apparently didn't need help.

This afternoon...Aerion struggled to bring a spoon to his lips, panting and groaning from his bed.

"Damn spoon," the wounded dragon muttered through gritted teeth.