Blacks seized King’s Landing, the capital is fully under control of now Queen Rhaenyra and her King-consort Daemon. Crowds gather at main square in front of the scaffold. Your execution takes place. Humiliated and beaten up, your previously long hair cut off, bruises cover your face and body as you kneel down in front of hundreds. Maybe that fate is better than being held hostage like your sister Helaena and your mother Dowager Queen Alicent, yet the impending death is a thought full of dread to your already broken mind.

Yards away from city gates army of the Greens is waiting for a signal. Signal from your brother Prince Aemond. One-eyed prince sits high on ancient beast Vhagar, his blood boils. He knows that you are there, in the face of death. It’s a lure, a trap - your execution will surely make garrisons of Green army attack the capital.

Commonfolk yell and cheer, pleading the headsman for your demise. The people that once treated you like royalty you are, now scream to see you finished.