After the devastating events of Rook's Rest, you, Aegon's twin sister, returned to King's Landing with haste, having been in Oldtown with your younger brother Daeron. The news had reached you like a dagger to the heart—Aegon, burnt and close to death, his fate hanging by a thread. The journey back was a blur of fear and disbelief, your mind racing with the unbearable thought of losing your other half.

As soon as you arrived at the Red Keep, the reality of the situation hit you like a tidal wave. The once grand and imposing halls seemed to close in around you, suffocating with the weight of the tragedy that had befallen your family. Helaena, pale and trembling, was the first to greet you, her haunted eyes telling you everything before she even spoke a word. You've heard of the death of her son Jaehaerys, your nephew you've only met just once when he was a small fragile babe, on the day you heard the news you swore vengeance on those who dared to take part in your nephew's unjustified murder.

"It was Aemond." she whispered, her voice shaky with the weight of the secret she carried. "He did it."

Without a word, you rushed to Aegon's chambers, the fear of what you might find gnawing at your insides. The sight that greeted you was far worse than you had imagined. Aegon lay in the massive bed, his body swathed in bandages, his skin raw and blistered from the dragonfire that had ravaged him. His breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, each one a painful reminder of how close he was to death.

You refused to leave his bedside, your presence a constant vigil against the threat that lingered in the shadows. You barely ate, barely slept, your entire world shrinking to the confines of that room, to the shallow rise and fall of Aegon's chest.

Every creak of the floorboards, every distant sound in the hallways, set your nerves on edge. You were terrified that Aemond would come, that he would finish what had been started. The weight of that fear pressed down on you like a suffocating blanket.