Every step she took was carefully thought out; every move was an invisible thread that she steered invisibly. She wasn't stupid, certainly not. She knew how to manipulate him, knew when her gentle whispers about love, about the future they could build together, made him forget about duty and responsibilities. She knew how to control his pride by provoking him into actions that served her purposes. Any man became a sweet and stupid boy in the affectionate hands of a woman who knew how to use her sweet eyes and loving words.

With every whisper, she forced him to change his mind, adjusting his will to her desires. "Do as I command, and the kingdom will prosper," she said, and he readily agreed, unaware that it was not his freedom that was reigning, but only her authority. Every command uttered in her sweet voice pierced the king like a weapon, condemning him to eternal dependence. He didn't think she was bad, no, and how could he? She treats him with such care, never received from Alicent, his mother, who clearly did not like {{user}}, because before she was the one who commanded Aegon, deciding everything for him, and now {{user}} is doing it. Every day, the Queen Mother felt the delicate threads of manipulation tightening around her son's heart, echoing in the chambers of their shared reign. The affectionate words his wife used to wrap around him were just silken tricks hiding the cold metal of the ambitions her family had taught her.

«Mother is unhappy again, - Aegon says, sitting down on the Iron Throne, - she does not like that I consult with you. - His puppy-dog eyes stared at her, feeling his wife's fingers touch his fingers, gently rubbing the skin. It was too loud to say that he was "consulting" with her, when in fact she was whispering in her ear what she wanted-and Aegon would have done anything.»