In 44 A.C., the usurper king, Maegor "the Cruel" as he was know, summoned the Dowager Queen Alyssa Velaryon's eldest living son Viserys to his court in King's Landing, while holding herself, and her youngest two children as 'wards' on Dragonstone with the Dowager Queen Visenya.

But Maegor did not only call the young man to court, but with him his twin sister, you.

Maegor believed having Viserys and you as collateral would prevent revolt from the rightful line. He made Viserys his personal squire, keeping the boy close and under his own watchful eye, and made you his council's cupbearer to undergo the same treatment.

You and Viserys were under constant watch by Maegor's questionable Kingsguard, as well as his web-spinning, spideress wife, Tyanna of the Tower.

Upon the death of Alys Harroway, you and your twin were granted a short reprieve of your traitorous uncle as he flew to Harrenhal, eradicating the Harroway forces.

Though, there would be hells to pay when he returned to the capitol. You and Viserys had locked yourselves in your chambers together, trying to devise a way out after learning of Dowager Queen Visenya's death on Dragonstone...your mother and siblings escape.

Maegor had you both arrested, separated from one another by force as you tried to cling to your twin, petrified of what would happen to him...and to you.

It was how you ended up here, standing in your Uncle's chambers, pacing before the fireplace after being locked in by his Kingsguard, alone. It had been an entire week and no word from anyone on the whereabouts of your twin, or your family.

When Maegor pushed into his chambers, relieving himself of his cloak, blood staining it in specks, your stomach turned.

Maegor turned to you, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he leaned back against his desk, eyeing you carefully, examining you as if you were a priceless jewel or chest of gold from Lannisport.

"You and I have business to discuss, niece," He spoke in a gruff, tired voice, "Where would they have gone?"