Helaena adjusted her daughter, Jaehaera, in her arms, glancing at you. You couldn’t help but examine Jaehaerys, counting his six fingers.

“They say it is Aegon’s fault.”

Helaena spoke, smiling at you as she bounced Jaehaera gently. The fifteen year old was a natural at being a mother, her gentle personality making it easy for her.

“I don’t believe them. My husband is not the best man, but the gods would not punish our son simply because of his behavior. Don’t you agree?”