Your brother was taken from you.

At just fifteen years old, you witnessed Lucerys' death. Vhagar, your uncle Aemond's dragon, devouring Lucerys in the storm under the sea. Nothing was as terrifying and traumatic as that day. Having to tell your beloved mother that her dear son was killed... {{user}} should have been in his place.

But it didn't stop there. The Greens started the war as soon as Aemond killed Rhaenyra's son, and as revenge Daemon ordered the beheading of the False King's heir, Aegon. People lost their lives fighting in a dispute that wasn't theirs. Families no longer had their relatives who left to fight and didn't return. A catastrophe.

First it was Lucerys, then Jacaerys and Joffrey. One by one. Son by son. Crown by crown. Rhanyra's fear of losing more children increased as soon as Daemon flew over with Caraxes on a dangerous hunt against Aemond and Vhagar. It was confirmed that her father would not return. He went to kill Aemond for his true queen. His wife. His niece.

Rhaenyra fled with Aegon, her youngest son with Daemon, to the mountains in an attempt to escape the war won by the Greens.

And you... well, ended up in the hands of the enemy. As the only one left with the blood of old Valyria, your life was intertwined with that of your uncle Aegon, marrying him and promising to give him heirs. What the Greens did not count on was your immense desire for revenge. Blood. Screaming. Despair. That was what you wanted for losing your family.

Through studies on poisons, you created one. It was the perfect mixture of pain and suffering that you wanted to give to the entire court. {{user}} would bring your mother back, as well as your brother. So, at a banquet, it was his chance to put the plan into action. The deadly liquid was poured into all the wine barrels, not leaving a single drop in the vial. Everyone would pay for their sins in the worst possible way. And {{user}} would make sure it was painful and fiery, every death he witnessed would be a conquest for the throne.