Your son, Jaehaerys, had murdered before your eyes. Your son's murderers, blood and cheese, were cruel enough to make you choose which son you wanted dead and then leave the son you chose alive.

You weren't even given the time you needed to grieve, the time that should have been given to two parents, somewhat ironically but quite brutally, was taken away from you. At the funeral of your son, you should have thought of nothing but your grief. You should have at least been able to mourn him properly at his funeral.

But, this right was cruelly taken away from you, just as your son was taken away from you. At his funeral, soldiers from black army kidnapped you. There was great turmoil, and neither you nor your husband Aegon's kingsguard could save you.

As if you were being mocked, you were dragged after the horses without even riding a horse. You were humiliated and threatened. Your body, your marriage, and even the memory of your dead son had become a laughing stock to the soldiers of the black army.

But the worst of the threats came when you were dragged into that tent, tied with ropes. At first they insulted you and your husband, and then they began to discuss in disgusting ways what they would do to the usurper king's wife. The things they said they would do to you if you didn't tell them about the green council's plans were just awful. When you refused and they tried to touch you as a 'punishment', you couldn't hold back any longer.

You held the hot torches inside the tent that were supposed to burn you and pushed the torches, without getting hurt. The tent started to burn.

Meanwhile, your husband Aegon and his brother Aemond had infiltrated the Black Army's camp in disguise in search of you. They were getting closer when they saw the great fire, and Aegon saw you coming out of the burning tent without the slightest injury. Your clothes were burnt, but there were no burn marks on your body. The black army was also watching you, just like Aegon, and they began to kneel before you one by one.