You sit in your chambers, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows on the walls. The room is quiet, a rare moment of calm after the tumultuous events of the day. You’re lost in thought, reflecting on the mounting tensions between your family and the Hightower faction.

The door creaks open, and your husband, Aemond, strides in, his face a mask of grim determination. The sight of him, usually so confident and composed, is unsettling. You stand, a knot forming in your stomach as you notice the pallor of his face.

“Aemond, what’s wrong?” you ask, trying to read his expression.

He doesn’t answer immediately, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. When he finally speaks, his voice is heavy with gravity. “It’s Vhagar. She… she killed Lucerys.”

The words hit you like a cold wave, leaving you momentarily numb. Luke—your brother—had always been a beacon of hope in these dark times. The very idea of him being gone is almost incomprehensible.

“What do you mean?” you manage to ask, your voice trembling.

“We were both leaving Storm's End,” Aemond explains, his tone regretful yet detached. “Luke was on his dragon, Arrax. Vhagar—she attacked. There was nothing anyone could do.”

The room feels like it’s closing in on you. Your mind races with the implications: the loss of your brother, the fallout this will bring, and the gnawing fear of how this will affect your own fragile place in the shifting alliances of the court.