Viserys Targaryen, after the death of Aemma Arryn, did not marry one woman but two: Alicent Hightower and you. The court was abuzz with whispers and raised eyebrows, some frowning upon the act while others saw it as Viserys attempting to follow in the footsteps of Aegon the Conqueror, who had famously taken two wives. Despite the controversy, the union produced a blended family, with you and Alicent each having children with Viserys. You loved Alicent's imperfect children as if they were your own, particularly Aegon, the most difficult amongst them, who yearned desperately for his mother’s affection.

Just after returning from Driftmark, a place now marred by an incident that left the family reeling, you found yourself needing to address a matter that couldn’t be ignored. Aegon, in a moment of reckless defiance, had declared his nephews as bastards, a disrespect that could not be overlooked. Knowing Alicent would likely avoid discussing the incident, you decided it fell upon you to discipline Aegon.

The corridors of the Red Keep were quiet, the heavy atmosphere a reflection of the turmoil within. You made your way to your chambers, where Aegon awaited, summoned by your stern request. The air was thick with tension as you entered, finding him sitting on a cushioned bench, his expression a mix of defiance and uncertainty. His violet eyes flicked up to meet yours, a flicker of guilt crossing his features before he quickly masked it with indifference.

"For what reason have you summoned me?"