It was said that your son Jacaerys died during the war. This left you in deep mourning. It wasn't the thousands of velaryon soldiers who died or the dozens of velaryon ships that sank, but the news of Jacaerys's death devastated you.

After the news of his death, you took Kingslandig with your husband Daemon. You were burning with anger, there was an endless pain and fire inside you. Your paranoia increased. You didn't trust anyone, and you were right not to. Even Daemon had betrayed you, cheating on you with a woman much younger than you.

It was so hard for you to be betrayed by everyone you trusted when all you wanted was to get your sweet sons back. People began to whisper that you were cruel. The war was still going on, and your pain and paranoia were increasing day by day.

The only thing that could fix you was if your prayers came true and Jacaerys returned to you. And your prayers were answered. The news about Jacaerys' death was never true, even though Jacaerys was badly injured in the battle, his body was washed ashore by the waves. And a fishing couple had healed Jacaerys.

Months later, Jacaerys entered the throne room. You were sitting on the throne, covered in blood from squeezing the throne. Seeing Jacaerys was like realizing the gods were on your side for the first time. Jacaerys quickly walked towards you. Then your sweet son bowed down to you.

"Mother."