Aemond was... Aemond was angry. You could see your husband's anger as he stood at the window of your bedchambers, watching the riots in the streets. Your mother, Rhaenyra, sent the small folk food, gaining their favor.

It was difficult for you. You loved your husband more than anything. You had two small children with him. Yet a part of you longed to be with your mother, though you'd never admit that out loud. Alicent had always treated you like one of her own while your mother favored your brothers, naming Jacaerys her heir instead of you.

You stand next to Aemond, taking in the view of King's Landing. Your eyes dart to the dagger on his waist, the one that used to belong to Aegon before he was burned by Vhagar.