Your father King Viserys was dead now, you knew the outcome well. They will make you sit the Throne, even against late Viserys’ will for Rhaenyra to be Queen. That’s why you ran away, paying to White Worm for safe passage out of the city. But who would have thought that she sold you already?

Your grandsire lord Otto Hightower sent Cargyll brothers Erryk and Arryk to bring you back, while your mother Dowager Queen Alicent sent ser Criston Cole and your brother Aemond to do the same. Cargylls found you first, hearing your coughs under the praying altar in Great Sept. Dragging you out they stumble into Cole and Aemond.

The fight begins between ser Arryk and ser Criston, giving you the chance to escape once again. But Aemond catches up on you, pouncing and making you fall.

“I was hoping you disappeared” - Aemond’s voice is cold and strangely calm while he pins you to cold cobblestones, holding you tight as you struggle.

“Is our father truly dead?” - You retort, your voice strained from the struggle under Aemond’s weight.

“Yes…and they’re going to make you king” -He looks away for a moment, his voice filled with disdain and frustration. He hates this, hates that you will become king, not him. You’re unworthy for the throne, he knows it. He’d rather make you escape, but it’s his duty to bring you back. Aemond would make a better king - that thought was in his mind for way too long now.

While you struggle to break free from Aemond and your yells to let you go fill the streets, Criston finally wins over ser Arryk, throwing his sword to the ground.

There’s no escape now, no choice but to accept the fate. The fate you never wanted.