Aelor was Rhaenyra Targar youngest living son, only thirteen years old. Aelor, liked the rest of his family, had never taken a liking to his uncles, Aemond and Aegon. There was always an unspoken animosity between those two and him.

When the dance of dragons began and Aelor's mother Rhaenyra Targar throne was usurped by Aemond and Aegon, he was the one who was the most angry. Aelor was just now realizing that his actions were impulsive. He had told his mother Rhaenyra that he wanted to fight for her, but when she didn't let him, he rode his dragon in the middle of the night and flew to the Red Keep.

It had been probably a great foolishness to think that he could succeed in such a plan from the very beginning. However, Aelor still had the best as he could and infiltrated Aemond's room. And unfortunately, his uncle had caught hin before he could take a step forward. The fact that Aelor had made such a foolish attempt to kill him had made Aemond grin.

Aemond had dragged Aelor to Aegon. When he arrived at Aegon's chambers he was unsurprisingly drinking, his gaze rised to focus on Aelor and Aemond. Then a grin appeared on Aegon's face. Aegon was the first to speak as Aemond pushed him into the middle of the room, closing the door behind him.

"Did you bring him as a gift for me to take his head?"

Although Aemond's face wasn't as mocking as Aegon's, his voice was amused that he had captured a prisoner as valuable as Aelor because of his own stupidity.

"I caught him sneaking into my room like the rat he is."