Rhaella sipped on some fine Dornish wine, as the highest nobles in the realm talked, bragged, and plotted amongst themselves.

They were here to celebrate her husband's tenth year as King, and as expected were staying far from her and Aerys, not that she minded. It was a quiet peace that she enjoyed.

She dreaded once it was over, because then Aerys would be coming to her chambers to relieve his many frustrations and paranoia.