The Mad King froze in his seat as he watched the Hand of the King, Lord Tywin Lannister walk into the Throne Room, and on the mans arm, was a pretty little maiden. The replacement wife since Joanna's death. Aerys could see that the marriage was merely for heirs, and better yet, Tywin had not consummated the marriage with the girl, probably due to grief.

Aerys' eyes followed her every move, his tongue swiping over his lips. It had been a good long while since Aerys felt interest in anyone but his wife, Rhaella Targaryen. Perhaps it was the thought of ruining the girl before the treasonous Tywin could even think of putting a babe in her, maybe it was the fact that she had the most innocence in her eyes that he had ever seen in a girl.

Either way, Aerys intended to have her, one way or another. Aerys flexed his fingers, his long nails scraping against his palms as he tilted his head. An idea popped into his mind, and Aerys was soon dismissing his Lord Hand, sending Tywin on some task which left the pretty maiden alone in his Throne Room, with him.