Aerys chewed on his bottom lip as women were presented to him left and right. If Aerys had been more careful, Rhaella would have still been alive, but he got too rough and too carried away and now she was dead. And he needed a new wife.

Aerys was unimpressed with all the women presented and he was half-tempted to just burn them all alive for the audacity of even believing themselves worthy enough for his interest. But he didn't, no, not yet.

But just when Aerys was getting fed up, he seen her, a beautiful young lady, she was perfect. He knew it to be so. And then, Aerys was frantically pointing a finger at the girl like an excited and eager child rather than a grown man.

"That one. I want that one."