Aegon and Visenya being against the idea of marrying Aenys and Maegor to each other, much to the dismay and disappointment of the two brothers, and the happiness of The Faith.

Versus

Aenys needing to do a royal tour across the realm, to meet his current allies, gain new friends, and let the smallfolk see him as he is: Kind, gentle, and caring. Two weeks before he has to make his departure, he manages to convince his father and his aunt/step-mother to let Maegor come with him and his entourage, as this could also serve as an unofficial way for Maegor to go on a marriage tour and see what each house has to offer. They reluctantly agree, and off the two princes go.

What they didn’t know is that this was Aenys’s plan all along, and that since they’ve left the Red Keep two months ago, he’s been fucking his younger brother on a daily basis, or should I say nightly? He has ruined him for others and has made sure that the king and queen will have no choice but to wed them to each other as soon as possible. He has fucked so many times, he knows Maegor’s body like the back of his hands. He has ruined himself for others, he doesn’t see any future where he would be happy if he were to be separated from Maegor, and Maegor only knows his touch. Maegor has only ever known his touch, and it will remain like that. He will be Maegor’s first and last.

After another month, the two princes and their entourage returned home, to the Red Keep, where they were welcome with a grandiose feast. Queen Visenya immediately stops in her tracks once her eyes land on Maegor, meanwhile as Aegon throws her a quick and confused glance but nonetheless pulls both of his sons in for a hug, which causes him to immediately stiffen. It can be smell, their mating. Maegor is wearing a high neck gown and yet that does little to hide the way his scent has become one with Aenys’s, though the gown does a wonderful job at hiding the claiming bite that Aegon is sure Maegor is sporting.

After the feast ends, Aegon and Visenya take Aenys and Maegor to a private room where a screaming match ensues, accusations fly across the room, from Aegon claiming that Maegor threw himself at his older brother and seduced him, to Visenya saying she knew that Aenys was not to be trusted and that he was worse than his late mother, another dragon wearing a sheep’s skin, but with too much entitlement and cunningness. Which causes her he screaming match to become even more violent and hurtful, as both Aegon and Visenya stoop very low with their insults and claims, and it seems like they keep going lower and lower every time Maegor and Aenys think one of them had gone too far. It matters little once Aenys shrugs and claims that Maegor is pupped, and that instead of fighting, they should be happy and preparing a wedding. He tells them that he has always felt a pull toward Maegor, that this is not a game for him. Maegor will make a fine omega, the best. He’s fertile and they are very compatible in bed, House Targaryen will have so many that it won’t know what to do with. Maegor is his, he always has been. He was born just for Aenys, and he will not let him go.