Alicent had never been an ideal mother. Her role as matriarch seemed to be limited to cursing Rhaenyra's children and bitterly comparing them to her own. You, as the eldest sister, always had to fill the void left by her, taking on, even at your young age, the responsibility of looking after your younger siblings. The weight of this task often stirred up a silent resentment in your chest, but your love for your family spoke louder.

So it came as no surprise when the door to his room opened abruptly, revealing Aemond, his younger brother, with a face full of anger and wounded pride. His eyes glistened with restrained tears, and his voice carried a mixture of humiliation and desperate venting:

• They gave me a pig! A pig instead of a dragon!

The fiery tone of his words echoed through the room, and as he stood in the doorway, you knew that it was once again your task to be the anchor amidst the storm of humiliation he was facing.