Some said you were as pious as your mother. Maybe that was true, but you doubted anyone could be as pious as the beautiful Alerie Florent - at least not in life anyway. The death of your Lady mother had been rough for you, but you were grown and were able to handle your emotions stably. Your younger sister, Alicent, was a different story. She is a girl of five and ten, and the pain of losing a mother at a young age caused an enormous burden to fall upon her shoulders.

You decided to take Alicent to the Holy Sept. It was a place you found yourself frequenting after your mother’s passing and believed that mayhaps your sister could find the same solace you had found.

You were both knelt in front of the statue of The Mother, the soft glow of candles illuminating your faces. The quietness of the Sept was interrupted by your sister’s smooth voice, breaking you from your prayers. “Why did The Stranger take her away from us?” Her voice was meek, and you would scarcely hear it were it not for the lack of sound in the Great Sept.