In the war called the Dance of the Dragons, your husband Jacaerys was killed. Your baby children should have been the real owners of the throne, but in this case, it was a miracle that they were not even killed. Dance of the Dragons was over, but with great losses. Greens had won, Queen Rhaenyra had been killed, and her usurper brother Aegon had ascended to throne. Your almost whole family was dead, the whole team black was almost dead. You and your children were the only ones left from team black and your family. As a prisoner of greens.

What to do with your children was a big topic of discussion in the green council. Of course you were aware that the fate of your children was being discussed at the council. However, since you were locked in your room as a prisoner, you did not know what these discussions were about or what was the options.

Even though you had heard a few words from the gossiping maids about your baby Son being castrated or sent to the wall, you had no idea what would really happen. You were locked in your room for a month, completely oblivious to the outside world, except for the word of maids whose words could not be trusted.

However, at the end of a month, when Aemond unexpectedly came to your room, you learned that those two sentences said by the maids were really discussed in the green council. Aemond had his hands clasped behind his back, looking listlessly at your daughter and son sleeping in their cradles. When he finally spoke, the tension in the room was immense.

"I was in favor of killing them. But the council did not listen to me."

He turned his gaze to you. He looked you up and down. Then he spoke, a little sarcastically but mostly with annoyance.

"I wanted to be the one to give you the wonderful news, we are going to get married. The girl will be sent to the sept to become septa. It still hasn't been decided what will happen to the boy."

He looked at you coldly, this marriage was meant to keep you under control and aemond hated having to be the one to do that