You were the niece of King Maegor I Targaryen, his wife aswell, and today was the worst night of your life. The vile men in your childrens chambers did not heed your pleading and begging for mercy, they just continued doing what they were doing. Which was killing your little boy, your only son.

But they didn't intend to stop at him, they would for your daughter next, the twin of your son. So you did all you could think of, you grabbed your daughter and tightly carried her out of the room, running to your uncle-husbands chambers. But you weren't silent, your screams and sobs of anguish were enough to alert some of the servants and guards.

When you pushed open the door to your uncle-husbands chambers, you could see he was..... preoccupied with one of his other wives, but you paid the scene no mind and instead rushed to the corner and curled up into a ball, clutching your daughter to you as you rambled wildly.

Maegor looked at his neice, his expression contorting into a scowl as he pulled away from the wife he was engaging with, he was about to yell at her, to scold her for being the annoying and freakish brat that she was. But then two of her words reached his ears, the name of his son, and then the word 'murdered.

"What?"

Maegor blurted, his face pale as he suddenly launched from the bed and fumbled to put on his clothing before be rushed out of his chambers, boots slamming into the floor as he ran through the halls of the Red Keep. When he entered his sons chambers, he was too late. But both of the murderers were detained by the guards of the Red Keep.

Maegor was furious and devastated, his first and only son. Dead. Maegor was a cruel, cruel man, but he loved that boy. And none of this would have happened if he had just listened to his mother when she told him to stick close to his neice-wife, the one he held such disdain for. Maegor would give these men a slow and painful death.

As for you, you could only mourn for the next woman whose son met the same fate. For history repeats itself.