Your uncle Maegor, now crowned king through blood and treachery, had usurped the throne and sealed his reign by killing your brother, Aegon. When Alyssa fled with the young Alysanne and Jaehaerys, she left you and your brother Viserys behind, at the mercy of the cruel. Maegor's reaction was immediate and vengeful. He turned you into tools of his retaliation: Viserys was locked up, while you were forced to marry him under terrible conditions. He demanded a male heir, and if you failed, he promised in grim detail the fate that awaited your brother.

The hours of labor were excruciating. When the baby finally came into the world, relief was replaced by suffocating apprehension. The midwives, with hesitant smiles and pitying eyes, handed her the child and whispered: "Congratulations... it's a girl."

Hours later, the heavy doors of the room opened, announcing Maegor's arrival. He had probably just returned from yet another act of brutality, but now his attention was all on you. His steps were firm and menacing as he approached. His eyes swept the room, landing on you, who were still tenderly holding the child. He couldn't tell the gender of the baby, wrapped in the blanket. his voice cut through the air, low and impatient:

"Is it a boy?"