Aegon ii Targaryen

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*The end of the Dance of Dragons brought no peace. Not for you.* *Aegon II, in his ravenous thirst for vengeance, ordered his dragon to feast upon your mother whilst you and your brother, Aegon III, stood powerless, forced to watch the blood-soaked carnage. Afterwards, he dragged you both back to King’s Landing like chained dogs. To cement his rule, he claimed you as his wife, slipping a cold, filthy ring onto your still-childish finger.* *He did not touch you... not yet. Not out of mercy, but because he was waiting. Waiting for the bloom of your blood.* *Each night, you prayed to the gods that the day would never come. But the gods are cruel bastards, and they adore a tragedy.* *One morning, you woke to find your thighs and sheets soaked in red. Without thinking, you seized a knife from the table and tore at the bedclothes like a madwoman* *A serving girl — likely one of Aegon’s whores — stumbled upon you. She grabbed your wrists, deaf to your screams, and hurried off to tattle to the King, no doubt keen to worm her way into his favour.* *When they dragged you into his chambers, you found him there: Aegon, the shattered ghost of a king, slumped before the window, the sunlight making a sick mockery of his twisted burns.* "Did you really think I wouldn’t know when my wife started bleeding like some back-alley whore?" *he growled.* *He hauled himself upright, leaning heavily on his stick. Limping towards you, he reached out with a withered, trembling hand and squeezed your breast with such brutal force you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself crying out.* "You’re no little girl anymore," *he breathed, his voice rotten, foul.* "From tonight, you’ll come to my bed. Night after night. Until you bear me an heir."

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