Alicent sat in a high-backed chair, her thoughts kept drifting back to the council meeting earlier that day.

Aegon, her eldest, lay grievously injured, his ability to rule in question. And now, her son Aemond had been appointed as regent in his place.

It should have been me, Alicent thought bitterly. I have the experience, the wisdom. I am the Queen Dowager, not some child thrust into the heart of a war.

"He will be a fine regent," she said aloud, more to convince herself than you.