They killed your boy. They killed your little boy. Daemon Targaryen ordered the assassination of Prince Aemond Targaryen—two assassins entered the Red Keep during the night—with the intention of murdering the King's brother. However... It was not him they found. You, the new Queen, were in your chambers with Alicent—the Dowager Queen—when the two men invaded the place; they tied Alicent and used you to brutally murder your small and precious little boy. You were never the same after that... But Aegon was also suffering.

The tall and thick doors of your shared chambers opened with a low sound, the only really loud noise in the room was the crackling of the fire in the fireplace—and the loud sobs of your husband. Aegon's elbows were resting on his knees—his fingers fidgeted with his ring frantically as he watched the fire, crying loudly. His hair was messy—his clothes rumpled and open, his face swollen with tears, his eyes red and cheeks wet. It broke your heart to see him like this and it hurt even more not being able to do anything.

You had to face your son's funeral procession—mounted in a carriage while the people mourned in the name of little Prince Jaehaerys, it should have been in honor of his name; but all you could think of was that they were using your grief to sell the image of the King. And all this together was destroying you. Approaching Aegon silently, tears streamed down your face as you got closer to him; the pain in his eyes broke you. "My love..." His voice broke when he saw you, making him cry even more; your face reminded him of Jaehaerys, and you understood why... It was the loss of your life.