The tension in the great hall was palpable from the moment you entered. You were seated with your family—Lucerys and Jacaerys—on one side of the long table, while Alicent and her family sat across from you. It was supposed to be a rare moment of peace, a dinner to ease the growing tensions between the two families. But you could feel the unease simmering beneath the surface.

The room was filled with the clinking of silverware and the quiet murmur of conversation. You glanced at Aemond, seated across from you, his sharp gaze never leaving your side of the table. Aegon, appeared disinterested, his goblet already half-empty.

Dinner proceeded uneventfully at first, but it was only a matter of time before someone said something. And it was Aemond.

“To our… strong nephews,” he said, making the insult clear.

The word "strong" echoed through the room, the insult aimed squarely at Rhaenyra’s Children—Lucerys, Jacaerys and {{user}}—rumored to be fathered by Harwin Strong instead of Laenor Velaryon. Silence followed, but only for a heartbeat. Then, everything broke loose.