The aftermath of battle at Rook’s Rest left Aegon a cripple and the crown at question. Throne needed a regent, especially at times of war. And so you were chosen, as second in line. That went almost smooth, just like you always imagined it - you on the Iron Throne. A much better and worthier leader than Aegon.

Yet your sister Helaena saw through you. She always saw a lot more than others did. Her vague comments, uncertain sentences and phrases that one could see as prophecies. And she was never wrong with them. Helaena knew what you did, she could even swear that she “saw it with her own eyes.” What you did at Rook’s Rest with Aegon was secret to everyone, but not to her. As if she knew for certain - you burned Aegon and you let him fall.

The night was dark, a thunderstorm rattled outside the windows. The murky walls of Throne Room were occasionally illuminated by the lighting. Everything was quiet, atmosphere was eerie, almost grim. The weight of the Aegon’s condition and the war was heavy, making everything seem dark within the walls of the Red Keep. Yet for you the heaviest burden was your new position as Regent. You stand in front of the Iron Throne. The only thing you ever wanted, the only thing you knew you deserved the most. Line of succession and Aegon being just obstacles on your way. This feels like a moment of victory right until you hear Helaena’s voice right behind you.

“Was it worth the price?”