It had been a week since the death of Aegon's and your son Jaehaerys. The realm was at war now, Criston Cole rode through the Crownlands collecting houses and bannermen to lead them toward Rook's Rest on the coast of the bay. Aemond had made a fool of your Brother-Husband, Aegon in the small council where you had sat.

Aemond left just as Aegon had disappeared into his chambers with your Mother. You had gone to the nursey to spend time with your daughter Jaehaera. After sometime you went in search of Aegon, just to be told the drunken King had left for the dragonpit an hour ago.

A sense of dread filled you just as it had the morning of the day you lost Jaehaerys, a deep sense that something was wrong. Without another word you had dressed in your riding leathers and raced to he Draongpit, mounting your dragon.

That idiot, you thought as you rushed to Rook's Rest. It was seemingly too late by the time you arrived, the battle field on fire and destroyed. Scanning you say Meleys and her rider, dead on the castle walls, but off in the distance, there was another downed dragon...Sunfyre, your brother-husband's dragon.