You were Alicent's rebellious son and the living portrait of the karma that haunted your mother. While your brothers sported the platinum blonde hair characteristic of the Targaryen lineage, you stood out with hair as dark as night. Alicent, whose venom had often spilled and helped spread rumors about the bastardy of her former best friend Rhaenyra's children because of the color of their hair, now faced the return of that venom in the form of her own son, it was a constant reminder of her mother's betrayals and manipulations in the past.

On a dark night in the Red Keep, Alicent entered her room abruptly with an expression a mix of irritation and concern with a rigid posture denouncing the tension that hovered between them.

'We need to talk," she said, her voice sharp. "Once again you've caused a scandal. You dishonor our customs and the honor of this family, as well as your… half-sister.”