"why would I choose one? I want them both, so I'll have them both. ask me again and I'll have one kill you. "
"..."
"you're dismissed."
{ in which the daughter of Rhaenyra bewitches the two Green princes and single-handedly make...
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{ We were both young when I first saw you }
Aegon Targaryen was angry. He was positively furious. He stood, the chair scraping back on the stone, glaring at his mother, who looked unfazed.
"No." She scoffed. "You have no choice in the matter. Your father has spoken with Rhaenyra, and we have decided to bring peace between our two families. You will marry her, and you will do it gladly."
Aegon shook his head. His mother had always tried to control his life, and he knew that, but he wouldn't let her do that with this. He was only ten and three years old. He had never even met the girl, but he had heard plenty and he didn't like it.
The Perfect Princess.
Of course, Alicent had chosen her. She craved perfection, and since Aegon was such a mess, she wanted someone to control him. Well, Aegon would not let her.
"Give her to Aemond. He's such a bore, they would be perfect for each other." His mother's eyes narrowed and her lips pursed. He realized that his fate was sealed, but he would fight as much as he could.
He would not marry the girl, he swore it.
She stood slowly and diplomatically. This was the only Mother Aegon had ever known—the diplomatic one who loved to hate him.
"You are the firstborn, you have a duty to your House. With this marriage, we will have a seat at the table when Rhaenyra ascends after your father. She would not dare to make a move against us if we have her firstborn child and only daughter."
Aegon threw his hands in the air. "I am not the heir, Mother! She is! So why must I have an advantageous marriage? It is not as if I will be king."
"Maybe, maybe not. What matters is that we do not fade into the background. You will marry Valyria Velaryon, and that is the end of it." She watched as his face fell, and he accepted defeat.
She offered him a small smile. "My son, everything will go well. We will meet them in Driftmark for Laena Velaryon's funeral. We will offer our sympathies, and you will meet Valyria." She placed her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged her away with a scowl.
"Marry her to Aemond." Alicent shook her head with finality. "He will marry Helaena and strengthen our Valyrian blood."
His eyes lit up with an idea.
"She's not a Targaryen. None of them are. We would be diluting our blood." Alicent could see how his son was trying anything—anything—to get out of the marriage.
But she knew the sad truth. In the House of the Dragon, marriages were for alliance and convenience. She had never known of one marriage for love in the history of the Targaryens. That is just how they work, the Targaryens.
