“No.” Aegon replied sternly to Otto’s suggestions. “I will not have my little son’s body dragged trough the street like a dead dog!” He told them all, everyone in the small council.

Suggestion a funeral, simply to show off what Rhaenyra and the blacks have done with Blood & Cheese, how dare they. His son had been killed, and they wanted to make a spectacle out of it.

But eventually they, Otto and his mother, convinced him, kept talking into him until he couldn’t take it anymore. He sat in his chair, head in his hands as he just let out a low sob.