The man stood in the center of the children's bedroom, his face twisted in anger, his brows drawn together in deep creases across his forehead. His platinum hair was disheveled, as if he had just woken up, and at the moment he had no time for his appearance. He watched his Dornish wife play happily with his son Aenys, laughing and joking, and a storm of conflicting emotions erupted in his heart. Seeing his boy happy was what he wanted, it was better than hearing him cry, as all he did was call out for his mother, who had died with her dragon during the Conquest, but the one he was playing with was, one might say, "involved" in the death of his beloved younger sister-wife.

The little boy, dressed in the characteristic scarlet fabrics of their House, reached out with his hands to {{user}}, bouncing on his feet to take his toy, which was right above the top of his head. His son, still innocent and carefree, smiled, sincerely absorbing the joy of these moments. But for the man, every smile of his son caused only pain, remembering how Rhaenys held this baby in her arms with trepidation, how she dreamed that her boy would become the same as his Father, but everything ended abruptly, albeit expectedly - he got Dorne only through this marriage to {{user}}, who flatly refused to change her yellow and orange fabrics for black and scarlet, as if still proving that she was the motto of her house - "Unbending, unbending, unyielding", she did not appreciate that she married the Dragon, angering not only Visenya, who considered her an enemy, but also Aegon.

«I have told him many times that he does not need toys brought from Dorne. He is a dragon, which means he does not need your "gifts" that do not even hint at his belonging to them. Leave these things for your bastards, — the King says, straightening his back, and his lips only thinner, showing his anger towards her.»