ashaqueenasha:

She wept at night sometimes. She knew what they whispered—what they would have the world believe of her son, that he was a bastard, that she had been unfaithful, that she had chosen one brother over another. She could hardly bear it. She had never once in her life been unfaithful—and had not the Seven sworn that her faith would be rewarded? Was that not what the Gods promised?

What were the promises of men compared to the promises of the Gods? Her father had promised her that she would be happy, that she would make a fine queen and that Aegon would be good to her. He was not bad to her—that much at least was true. But good? Aegon was not a good man, not a kind man, not a faithful man, and the lust he felt would have made cousin Baelor eat, for he wold have seen that starving himself would ultimately put his Kingdoms in the hands of—

But no. No, she must not think such things. For he would not release her that she might take vows as a Septa, which meant that to him alone on this earth she must be faithful. Him, and her son, for without her son what joy was there in this earth? When she expired, when her soul rose to the Heavens, the Seven would reward her, as they had never rewarded her in life, for the Seven rewarded those who were dutiful—those who were faithful.