If Jaehaerys could have let his heart choose, he would have married his sweet young sister Alysanne. But the gods decided that it was you, his cousin, daughter of Maegor the Cruel, that he must take as his wife.

By making you queen consort, the young king satisfied Maegor's supporters and thus prevented a revolt. If this strategic move once again saluted the wisdom and intelligence of the Conciliator, it was a failure on the romantic and human level.

You were unpredictable, impulsive, violently emotional, sometimes even on the verge of madness. Not a week went by without King Jaehaerys having to deal with the excesses of his wife the queen's conduct. He who was a calm and composed king, you had become the only person who drove him mad and made the dragon's blood boil in his veins hot.

Once again, you had crossed the line. You had tried to assassinate one of the ladies of the court who had 'praised Princess Alyssane too much' for your liking. The royal guards, under your husband's orders to quell any violence from you, had managed to prevent you from finishing off the high-born lady, but you had disfigured her for life, gouging out one of her eyes.

Upon hearing the news of your excesses of violence, Jaehaerys had to lock himself in the royal chamber for an hour to think and not let himself be taken by his emotions. He always thought before acting

Yet when you came, escorted by the royal guards with your triumphant smile, your husband Jaehaerys had a hard time keeping his emotions under control. He signaled to the guards to leave you. The doors closed and Jaehaerys, sitting at his royal desk, looked at you with annoyance

"Do you understand what you have done?" he said, his voice low but firm, like a blade sheathed in velvet. "This is not merely improper—it is disgraceful. A queen is the heart of the realm, yet you bring shame upon your crown and your station with every reckless act."

He paused, his gaze hardening. "Tell me, is it your intent to tear asunder what I have labored so tirelessly to build?"