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From a young age, Naerys Targaryen dreamed of being given to the Faith, and for a few moments, when her head was still full of foolish imaginings and presumptions about what life would be like, she believed that this could actually happen. Of course, this soon proved foolish when her mother left their lives without looking back, after years of being despised by the court. Naerys didn't judge her; if she could, she would do the same without a second thought.
She also knew that she had no right to complain, not when she had the comfortable life of nobility that thousands desired. And even when Aegon was brutal or hurt her, Aemon was there to wipe away her tears and comfort her.
Aemon Targaryen, or the Dragon Knight as many called him, was the reason Naerys hadn't been killed over the years, along with her son, Daeron. Unfortunately, he was also precisely the reason she had been slandered and threatened for disloyalty to the king for almost her entire life. And even after her death, the kingdom would still tell of the tragic love story of the two Targaryen siblings who were forbidden to each other by different sacred vows, and yet, with the same fateful design.
Since childhood they were inseparable; Aemon was never seen in the castle without Naerys, just as Naerys was never seen without Aemon, except in the moments when they were forced by the duties proper to a lady and a boy. But even in those moments it was possible to find a way to see them together.
Naerys would convince her septa and ladies-in-waiting to learn the art of embroidery in front of the courtyard where the boys practiced swords, so that her brother would not be lost sight of, and when he had to attend meetings of his father's small council or lessons with the maester, he would not agree to go unless he had his sister holding his hand by his side.
For Aemon, it was more than devastating to receive the news of Naerys's engagement. Unlike him, she seemed to receive King Aegon III's words with submission, not daring to express any reaction in front of the king. But it was Aemon who comforted her afterward when no one else was looking.
They both knew they could do nothing but obey the king's will, so, in a final act of folly, Aemon swore that he would become a knight of the Kingsguard, so that he would never leave Naerys's side, and so it happened.
When Naerys finally reached the age to marry, Aemon was already wearing white, but unlike the foolish ideas of two desperate children, being a knight of the Kingsguard did not allow him to do anything when he was forced to watch Naerys go to bed with her repulsive brother Aegon. Nor did it help after seeing his beloved sister lose the sparkle in her eyes day after day and then almost die giving birth to their longed-for firstborn.
What he could do, however, was try to silence as much as possible the rumors of Daeron's bastardy and Naerys's alleged betrayal with her husband, if necessary, with his own life, as he often proved by fighting for his sister's honor. Even so, these acts seemed to further fuel the absurd stories about her relationship with her brother.
Despite what the stories say and the bards sing, Naerys, a woman who in another life could have been given to the Faith, never laid a finger on her brother. Even though she loved him immensely and was grateful every day for that love, she could not break her vows and duty to her husband who despised her. Therefore, Naerys focused that love on her son Daeron, who so resembled his uncle, that it pained her to know that in another life they could have been happy together.