Your uncle Aemond and you had always hated each other. Your uncle constantly called you and your brothers Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey bastards. You and your brothers had mocked and humiliated him when he was little because he didn't have a dragon. And aemond had not forgotten anything you had done.

But it would be foolish to say that the enmity is only between you, your brothers, and Aemond. Your families hated each other. And this hatred led to a war.

Your mother, Rhaenyra Targaryen, was named heir by her father, King Viserys. The throne was hers. However, when King Viserys died, your mother's throne was usurped, Aegon, her half-brother and Aemond's brother, stole her throne.

The first blood of the war was shed when Aemond killed your sweet brother Lucerys. Your mother was almost devastated after Lucerys' death.

The first sentence out of your mother's mouth days after Lucerys' death was "I want Aemond Targaryen." Your mother wanted Aemond dead. And you took it upon yourself to carry out your mother's and queen's command.

You infiltrated Kingslanding. You were unrecognizable, with your rags and a hood hiding your hair and face. You took the names, or rather aliases, of two assassins from Lady Mysaria. Blood and cheese. You were willing to pay them to kill Aemond.

You found two men in the dirty streets of Silk Street. The guys were the kind of punks who would do anything when they saw the money. And the money you would give them would enable them to kill even a child, let alone Aemond.

Unfortunately things didn't go quite the way you expected. The men called blood and cheese were killed before you even knew how. When you suddenly stood up, your back hit someone's chest. The moment you turned around to see the person whose hot breath hit your face, you realized it was Aemond.

Aemond had a grin on his face. He definitely thought you were stupid. When he spoke, his tone sounded like he was more than happy to catch you

"Niece." "Are you so afraid of me that you hire assassins to kill me?"