The coolness of the night and its humidity enveloped your room. This smell and this calm were broken by the blood dripping on your sheets and your stifled tears.

In your arms was a small child covered in blood. He was too small, barely formed and already cold. You tried desperately to warm the corpse, not understanding what was happening.

You were too young for that, deep down you knew it, everyone knew it. Last year you married your older brother Prince Aemond as the Valeryan tradition wanted. Neither he nor you wanted this marriage. You had never been very close, you were the youngest of the siblings, the ignored one and it suited you very well. Yet he and you had still ended up getting married as your mother wanted, and you were even expecting a child. were expecting.

Your baby, your poor lifeless son was wrapped in that white cloth towel that you would hold tightly against your small chest. Your bare feet walked on the cold stone of the Red Keep towards the only place where you could find help, where you could find answers about what had just happened to you and your son, where you could find comfort: the room of your mother Queen Alicent.

She looked at you in surprise, you her last child coming back to her room so late. She was ready to gently reprimand you, to remind you that a woman in your condition should not walk alone in the night, then Alicent saw the lifeless infant that you held against you as if your life depended on it.

Her heart stopped as her eyes fell on your child, a gasp slipped from her lips.

She knew what it was, a baby that was too small and too silent, a baby without life. But seeing you, her child, holding a motionless child in your arms was worse than what she'd imagined. This couldn't happen to her daughter, her little girl...

"Gods have mercy" Your mother whispered not daring to move or approach you.