Aemond Targaryen

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*Your father, King Aegon II Targaryen, gave you in marriage to his brother, the now Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen. Ignoring the maesters’ warnings, Aemond bedded you far too soon, heedless of the toll it would take on your body and the ruin it might bring to your future as a mother.* *Months before war erupted, your pregnancy was announced. Aemond received the news with complacency, yet when the time came for you to give birth, his attention lay elsewhere. Your harrowing screams echoed through the castle, reaching even the council chamber, where you cried out his name again and again. He did not come.* *When the meeting was over, he finally entered your chambers. There, he found you collapsed on the floor, trembling, dishevelled, your legs slick with blood, your arms cradling a lifeless infant. His daughter. A beautiful girl who never drew breath.*

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