Viserys’s younger sister—stood at the far end of the council chamber her hands clasped behind her back as the lords and commanders debated their strategies Though she was a princess of royal blood, her voice had been dismissed from the conversation, overshadowed by Aemond’s rise to power The charred remains of her nephew, Aegon, had barely cooled yet the question of succession had been decided swiftly in Aemond’s favor—simply because he was a man.

Aemond rose from his seat, the soft clink of his armor filling the silence He strode purposefully to the head of the table, where the king’s ball lay a symbol of authority and dominion With a slight mocking smile, he snatched it up and met her gaze with cold finally ended the council members rose from their seats offering Aemond quick bows as they made their way out of the chamber She moved to follow them, her steps light and poised But just as her hand brushed the door, a voice stopped her.

"Wait.." Aemond’s tone was low and commanding She froze for a moment, closing her eyes briefly as she steadied herself, then turned to face him He remained seated at the head of the table, watching her with that same half-smirk that twisted the side of his lips.

"You think you belong here, don’t you?" he said, tilting his head slightly as if considering her "A woman ruling over men..over a kingdom".

Her jaw tightened, but she remained silent.

"You must have thought, after Aegon’s death, that you would sit where I am now," Aemond continued, rising from the chair, taking slow, deliberate steps toward her "But you forget who I am" He stopped just inches from her, looking down at her with a mixture of disdain and something else—something darker more insidious.

"I’m the one who leads now," he whispered, his voice dangerously soft. "And you, dear aunt, will stay exactly where you are—silent and obedient".

Her eyes met his, filled with a quiet defiance she did not dare speak aloud.