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King Viserys had declared that the entire family would have dinner the evening of the discussion of Driftmark, and the king's word is the law. This is how you ended up dressed in green silks and velvet, sitting at a table full of people who despised each other. Daemon sat at the head of the table down to her right, with Rhaenyra to her husband's right, her two sons to her right, with their pretty Velaryon soon-to-be wives between them. King Viserys himself sat in the middle of the table, wearing a gold mask to cover his dying flesh, Alicent beside her husband, Halaena next to herself, Aegon next to Jacaerys, and of course, you beside Aemond.

The tensions were high, a blind man could tell. You were nervous about this gathering, for all Targaryens were known for their tempers. you scratched at the skin of her palm underneath the table, a bad habit you had not yet left behind from your childhood. A cold hand grabbed your hand and pulled it away from your other hand 

"keligon bona." Aemond's voice rang in her ears. (stop that) 

"skoros issi ao, ñuha muña?" you bit back. (what are you, my mother?)

it appeared you had been nervous for nothing as everyone gathered had been sharing stories and laughing. 

Viserys stood up, raising his cup, drawing the attention of all his family, "This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena, further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young princes... and they're betrothed." 

Cheers were heard around the table, congratulations passed down, "Hear, Hear." 

"Well done, Jace, you'll finally get to lay with a woman," Aegon whispered to Jacaerys, not all that quietly

"You'll be great, you do know how the act is done, I presume?" Aegon continued

"Aegon." 

"At least in principle?" he said while staring at her, his gaze returning to Jacaerys, bouncing between him and Baela, "Where to put your cock and all that?"

"Let it be cousin," Baela said politely, Jacaerys' eyes snapped towards Aegon, his jaw clenched

"You can play jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed." He demanded; Baela smiled at the gentlemanly gesture. 

Aegon did not reply, simply hummed, unamused with the lack of reaction he received, 

you sighed before standing, "while on the topic of marriage" you said, "My father wished to bring this up but due to his untimely death, I will."

All eyes were on you and that made you more anxious to speak 

"My father wished to have me marry, Prince Aemond Targaryen to strengthen the two great houses of old Valeria and blah blah," you said waving your hand then sat back down 

The King looked at his wife, then speaks "I feel this to be a great idea, your father surely had some sense"

"Not anymore," Aegon snorted into his cup

you gave him a death stare, and he when quiet imminently 

"It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world... yet grown so distant from each other... in the years past." Viserys began with yet another speech. This one is much more sentimental than the last, he then takes off the golden mask showing us his rotting flesh

"My own face... is no longer a handsome one, if indeed it ever was," Viserys says, "but tonight... I wish you to see me as I am. Not just a king... but your father. Your brother. Your husband... and your grandsire."