Jaehaerys was dead. You had been in the far chamber when you had heard Helaena’s running steps, following her to your Mother’s chambers only to find her in such a state of shock she could barely speak.

The news of your nephew’s death spread quickly and Otto took the opportunity to call it ‘Rhaenyra’s doing’. You forced yourself to function in your grief, going in search of Aemond, knowing he had to have been the target, your half-sister wasn't cruel enough to order the assassination of a child.

But when you found Aemond in his rooms he had already determined that and was leaving the Red Keep again. You didn’t stop him, instead followed him out of sight into the city to see where he went.

You had not expected him to enter a brothel, let alone the one you knew Aegon had taken him to when they were young. You waited a while before entering, searching all over for your brother.

Finding him in a compromising position you had prepared yourself for, but laying naked in fetal position across this older Madame's lap as she stroked his hair and he spoke softly was not what you thought you’d see.