When your brother-husband Aegon ascended to the iron throne, a civil war called the dance of dragons began. Because your half-sister, Rhaenyra, claimed the Iron Throne as her own.

With the start of the war, both sides sent ambassadors to the houses. The war could still be resolved by paper agreements at this time, but Aemond later killed one of Rhaenyra's sons, Lucerys.

Lucerys' death was the first blood shed in the war. And it was common knowledge that Rhaenyra would seek revenge for her son.

A son for a son.

But unfortunately, the necessary precautions were not taken at the red keep. You and the twins you bore to Aegon, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, were not given additional protections. This was absolutely thoughtless and unprepared.

Tonight, you and your children shall be the ones paying the price for this lack of preparation.

While you had just put your children to sleep, two men who called themselves blood and cheese burst into your room. They took you prisoner, put a knife to your neck and ordered you to show them your son so they could kill him.

Your begging didn't make them show mercy. When you had nothing else to do, you showed them jaehaerys. While they were busy slaughtering your son, you ran away with your daughter jaehaera in your arms.

You didn't know what to do, you were wandering around the red keep like crazy, the guards were not where they were supposed to be.

Your feet guided you towards your husband's chamber.

What you were probably looking for from Aegon was support and a shoulder to cry on. Your sweet son was murdered

But Aegon was not alone in his room. He was in his bed with another woman and they were in the middle of something. At the sound of the door opening, he quickly pushed her away, his eyes fixed on you, who was on the verge of an obvious crisis.

He was frozen as you wordlessly collapsed next to the bed with your daughter Jaehaera in your arms. He couldn't understand what was happening, but he knew something terrible had happened.

"What happened?"