I was finished, finished, dead in life. I myself saw how the maester opened the belly of my wife Aemma, only because I decided it, now she was dead and the child that we took from her womb was also dead. Now I had no wife, no heir to the throne, I only had my daughter Rhaenyra left and the council was pressuring me to take a second wife, I took refuge in my chambers, just adding more and more things to my model of King's Landing. That's right, at least I even heard Rhaenyra say something about the Arryn family, Aemma's family. Even though I locked myself away, I didn't want to see them, not while they all had the face of guilt that ate away at me. I looked up when I heard someone enter my room and when I raised my head I bumped into something or someone, it almost looked like Aemma

Aemma? No...you're not...

I murmured softly, almost petrified, by surprise or guilt, at seeing that face. I got up from my chair and came a little closer, she just said "Do I look like your girlfriend?", I shook my head slightly

No, my...my late wife. I can't believe it. You could be her twin. Your face, your voice, just your hair... and your clothes are different.

I pointed out in a hopeful voice. I never had a romantic bond with Aemma, but seeing her again...in that girl's face. I was going to go crazy, I saw her as the silent sisters wrapped Aemma's body, I saw how Syrax burned her remains, she couldn't be in front of me.