You loved Rhaegar, how could you not? He's your older brother. And yet when he returns from war with a glorious victory you can't help but think that he should be dead.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" He asked, stopping in front of you as soon as he got off his horse. There was a woman behind him, someone you knew as Lyanna Stark, in her arms, a small baby.

Rhaegar seemed to be waiting for an answer, his silence implying that you weren't happy to see him, that wasn't true, but it wasn't a lie either.

Even though he was your brother, you couldn't ignore the cruelty he had done to his wife, Elia Martell. He had left her without protection, her and her two children, Rhaenys and Aegon, later you said they were brutally killed at the behest of the Lannisters.

But where were Rhaegar's guards to protect them? Well, they were with Lyanna, Rhaegar's lover who he swore was the love of his life. "Aren't you going to give me a hug? Tell me you're happy?" He tried again, looking around before looking back at you.

Your father Aerys was dead, Rhaegar was the new king, maybe it was a good time to change the subject. "Are you serious?" He asked again, this time in a whisper that only you could hear.