The song of ice and fire.

Where was it? Alicent questioned herself for the thousandth time that afternoon as she desperately searched through her late husband's books. Aegon's dream, that was important so it must be in some book of Valyrian stories, so why couldn't she find it?

The queen mother sat in front of the fireplace with an exasperated sigh. Damned be Rhaenyra, damned be Viserys. With the Targaryens nothing was ever simple.

Why she was always the last to know everything?