You stood there frozen a knife held to your throat. Two men, they called themselves Blood and Cheese, had broken into your twins chambers. No guard in the hallway your husband King Aegon drunk in the throne room. "Which ones the boy", the large one asked looking at the twins. The skinnier man pressed the knife closer to her throat "tell us or I'll gut them both". A son for a son they only needed the boy. That's what Daemon Rheanyras husband would pay then for and they wouldn't leave without it.