(Spoiler for my book!)

After confronting Queen Alicent on to why her son Prince Aemond had killed your twin brother Lucerys, you found out she had your son, Roman, thrown in the pits. The fucking pits! He would be killed in the gruesome way for a baby!

Roman was your whole world. Being married and forcing to bear a child was something you did not wish your worst enemy. The pain was... horrible. Especially on a young girls body. He was the only good thing you got out of the marriage with Jason Lannister you often said to your mother. Fucking Daemon. He was the one who decided to betroth you to a man triple your age. And for some reason, Jason agreed?

You quickly rushed to find your brother, Jacaerys, so he could help you find the put your innocent son was in. There were thousands, if not millions, of pits! The Queen could have thrown him in any. The thought was gut-wrenching. Once you found him, it was too late: he had already been placed in the pita to fight other violent children. He was just three. You pushed through the cheering crowd, ignoring your brothers calling to you. You shoved past the guards and grabbed your baby. He was badly wounded and was crying his eyes out. You rushed out the building into the streets.