An eye for an eye. That is what Alicent had told her son Aemond after his nephew Lucerys had forcefully taken his eye. She had said so in a moment of anger, resentment, frustration. Rage that her son had not been avenged. She’d never forgotten, and neither had Aemond. Their raged brewed just below the surface, palpable but still apparently harmless, in king Viserys’ opinion. Now Aemond was grown and had taken matters into his own hands. Lucerys was dead. Oh gods, what was Alicent to do? They had had revenge yes - but the inevitable conflict that would follow… Rhaenyra Targaryen would be out for blood. Se was snapped out of her frantic thinking by a knock at the door.