It was morning at the Red Keep when news broke that their sister had gotten into trouble.

Daemon and her had gotten into a fight last night. A silly argument, him teasing her for never claiming a dragon and Viserys as always trying to intervene with his peaceful way.

But they didn't expect that in a fit of rage she would actually do this.

And now, in the maester's room, they had both arrived at the same time. Their father with a frown on his face, sitting next to the bed where she was.