The dance of dragons had begun and its consequences had already hit the innocent. Your husband Aegon was now King Aegon. And your elder son, Jaehaerys, from your marriage to Aegon, was murdered. Supporters of your half-sister Rhaenyra Targaryen, the blacks, called this a son for a son. As if your little boy's death was revenge for Lucerys's death. It was cruelty.

Aegon was deeply enraged after his son Jaehaerys' death. All he did was drink too much and get angry. But today, he came to your room for the first time after the blood and cheese incident happened. You were in just as bad a situation as he was. Stumbling a bit, he knelt in front of the chair you were sitting on.

He held one of your hands. The fact that the skin around your hands was ripped off and your nails were bitten only increased Aegon's anger. He spoke with a growl.

"What was done to Jaehaerys will not go unpunished. I swear. I will avenge our son."