Aerys’ madness was growing worse, his bouts of insanity were affecting Rhaegar more than he cared to admit as they worsened. He found himself wishing it would all be over with, but he could not bring himself to up and leave when his father was in such a state.

Rhaegar found himself in the library, finding solace in his history books as he often did. He sat at the table, surrounded by open books that he was back and forth between since he could never seem to pick just one to read at a time. He was lost in thought as he studied the pages, his usually melancholic expression replaced with a sense of concentration.