{{user}} looked at the child with a cold, assessing gaze that held no warmth. His every movement evoked in her a dislike that no mother had the right to feel towards her child. She remembered how, as a child, she had dreamed of motherhood, wanted to be like her mother, Rhaenyra, who loved each of her children unconditionally; how, as a little princess, she would play with dolls, pretending that they were a child and dragging them around the castle with them. But reality had turned against her, and the child had become a living memory of how she had been forced to grow up early. Every smile the baby gave her only deepened her inner resentment, like a reminder that life could be cruel. She saw in him a reflection of everything she had not been able to escape - from this marriage after the incident in Driftmark; how she had to marry her uncle, Aemond, at such a young age, as if "paying" for the damage done to him by her brothers — Aemond lost an eye, but got a niece as a wife, who from the moment of the unexpected engagement did not stop crying and being unhappy.

He lost an eye, and she whines because she had to marry someone who was closer to her in age? Or did she want to spend her nights with some fat old man?

The child, innocent and trusting, hung on her skirt, full of hope, but in response received only how his mother tried to remove small hands from her dress, as if it was not her child, but a dirty puppy. Her confused eyes when she finally managed to detach her son, walking away from him; The boy looks at her, his purple eyes wide, still holding the wooden dragon figurine, similar to his Father's dragon, Vhagar. The child did not understand why his mother avoided touching him, as if every touch could burn her like a fire. He was her flesh and blood, so why did she dislike him so much?

«Take the prince to the library, it is time for him to attend his studies.» — Aemond's voice orders his wife's two maids, who hurried to pick up the child and lead him out of the room, closing the wide doors.