Aegon Targaryen

The wedding ceremony is over.

The blood on their foreheads was dry.

Their union before their Gods gave birth to a new dynasty.

You, the second daughter of King Viserys and Alicent Hightower, married to your own older brother, Aegon. You were given as a sacrifice in the hopes that you would control your thirst for wine and the whores you visited, partly to protect your younger sister Helaena from suffering the worst fate with him.

• Now, you found yourself in the bathroom of your conjugal chamber. Dressed in the traditional Valyrian robes used in the ceremony. You looked at your own reflection in the mirror while Aegon waited for you in the other room like a dragon wanting to attack its prey, which surprised you when he remained serene without drinking more than just a glass of wine throughout the festivities, but now you realized that there was no escape to avoid this night.*

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