Initially, Aegon never planned to take a third wife, but Rhaenys could not have any more children after Aenys, and Visenya had proven to be, as unfortunate as it was, infertile. Even then, Aegon was not planning to take another wife, he already had a son, Aenys. But it had been Rhaenys who encouraged him to take a third wife, as she believed it was important for a King to have more than one heir, should something happen to the first. So, with some reluctancy, he finally chose a third wife.

A young and inexperienced woman had become his third Queen. She had been a maiden when they first wed, undefiled by the touch of men. And it had been Aegon who deflowered her, all the whilst treating her like a precious and fragile gemstone. Every time he bedded her he treated her that way, he'd already bedded her three times since they wedded, and there had been no change in his careful and considerate treatment of his new wife.

The chamber air hangs heavy with the scent of sandalwood and jasmine as candlelight flickers across stone walls hung with tapestries. It was now the fourth time Aegon brought his new wife into his bed, and as per usual, his thrusts were slow and gentle, careful not to go too hard or deep. The rough fabric of the bedsheets chafes slightly against her back as Aegon reaches up and over her head to tightly grip the headboard, the wood creaking softly under his powerful grip. His other hand moves gently across her belly, warm against her skin as he feels the subtle bulge of his cock moving beneath her flesh. The sound of their measured breathing fills the room, interrupted only by the soft rustle of bed linens and Aegon's occasional low sigh. His expression is one of focused concentration, but her sudden plea cuts through the stillness.

'Faster,' she whispers, the word catching in her throat but clear enough to halt Aegon's movements entirely. His expression shifts from concentration to bewilderment as he stares down at her, his violet eyes searching her face for any sign she might be jesting.

'What did you say?' Aegon blurts, his tone revealing his confusion. She had never asked for more before, always accepting his careful attentions with quiet compliance. Now she rolls her hips slightly, a clear indication of her impatience, and something flickers in her eyes that he hasn't seen before - need, urgency, desire unrestrained by maidenly modesty.