Aerys knew she hated him, his delightful Sister-Wife, she looked at him with such hatred and pain everytime she seen him. But Aerys enjoyed her hatred, as he found out. It made bedding her feel much better.

Aerys had not listened to the maesters as they warned him not to bed her on that very day, she had just given birth to his son, but he needed to put another heir into her as soon as possible in case this boy died aswell.

Aerys pushed his way into her chambers where she rested, his lips curved into a disgusting smile as he began to approach her. Aerys could see the way she visibly bristled, as if she wanted to attack him. And he had no doubts that she would.