Your husband, Aegon, had recently been crowned king. However, this led to a war because your husband's half-sister, Rhaenyra, claimed the Iron Throne as hers.

Rhaenyra's side, the blacks, and your husband Aegon's side, the greens, were sending emissaries to the great houses and making pacts to recruit allies.

However, no blood was shed in this war until Aegon's brother Aemond killed Rhaenyra's son Lucerys at Storm's End. Lucerys' death started the real and bloody war.

While you were extremely worried about this, Aegon wasn't so worried. Even though he didn't want to be king at first, he quickly grew to like being king. He acted like a king and barked orders.

He also, not surprisingly, made your son Jaehaerys his heir. And he was paying more attention to Jaehaerys than ever before lately.

His own father, the former king Viserys, had never deemed him fit to be king and had never once trained him to be one. Aegon was not a good man, but he did not want to neglect your son Jaehaerys the way his own father, Viserys, had done to him.

He was never trained to be a king, and he didn't want Jaehaerys to go through what he went through, he didn't want Jaehaerys to feel unwanted by his father.

Maybe that's why, when he came to your room today, he was so determined to include Jaehaerys in the small council meeting. In his opinion, Jaehaerys was the future king and should be raised accordingly.

He first entered your room, looked around, and approached your daughter Jaehaera, whom he mistook for your son Jaehaerys. Since Jaehaera and Jaehaerys were twins, they looked very similar from behind.

However, when he realized that Jaehaera was not Jaehaerys, he sighed and moved away from him a little. His eyes darted around the room again, and when he didn't see Jaehaerys, he leaned a little towards you, who was sitting on the floor knitting.

"Where is Jaehaerys?"

He had a childish pout on his face as he couldn't find Jaehaerys when he wanted.

"He is my heir. He needs to learn on my council."