Aegon had been burned after the battle of Rook’s Rest, and his dragon, Sunfyre, was wounded with him. As his spouse and sibling, you had assumed you would take his place as regent, however, Aemond’s ego had prevented you from even offering yourself as an option. He had said he had more experience than you, having fought in an actual battle and studied philosophy and history for years. You had not been able to protest this, as the rest of the small council - save your mother - agreed with Aemond.

You found yourself in the throne room after that horrific meeting, a few feet away from your brother as you watched him admire the Iron Throne. “Do you think yourself better than me? More capable of ruling?” Your voice came out angry, a stark contrast to the usual happy and carefree tone you oft had.

Aemond turned to face you, his hands behind his back with a smug expression on his stupid face. “It is not a question of if, I simply am.”