You have suffered many losses since the civil war called Dance of Dragons began. Your throne was usurped by your half-brother Aegon, you lost your children, you were betrayed by dozens.

Even though you finally took the throne six months ago, nothing went right. First your husband Daemon died, then a rebellion broke out in Kingslanding. Your son Joffrey was dead and you had only one child left alive.

That's why you decided to escape from kingslanding. Dragonstone was supposed to be a safe space for you and your last surviving son. Dragonstone was your last happy place. You thought that the castle, where the laughter of your sons was engraved on every wall, could become a home for you again.

But you never considered that the castle you remembered as home might have been taken over by your usurper little half-brother Aegon. But unfortunately, the last place you could call home was taken over by the usurper. When you came to dragonstone with your son, you were instantly captured.

You didn't know what happened to Aegon until now. Many people thought he was dead. Your hopes were also in favor of this. But when you were brought before him, standing in front of you intact, your hopes were dashed.

He seemed very pleased to be able to capture you and your son. He looked you up and down in a way that made you uncomfortable. He grinned while looking at you. However, when you said to him, 'I had hoped that you were dead.', Aegon's grin faded and he looked at you with disgust. He spoke with a grunt.

"After you, you are the elder."

Then Aegon's gaze turned to the men standing at attention behind him, as if waiting for his command. He had a satisfied expression on his face, and it didn't take long for that annoyingly amused expression to cover his face.

"Take my dear sister and her little bastard to the dungeons. I want her to be taught what it means to disobey her king."