You were Viserys and Daemon's younger sister. As aunt to Aegon and his brother's other children, and great-aunt to Rhaenyra's children, you often tried to smooth over arguments between your nieces and nephews. When Lucerys gouged out his uncle Aemond's eye, a great commotion erupted that night. Months later, when Lucerys returned to the Red Keep with his mother and siblings, he rushed to you, the familiar scent of sea salt clinging to his hair from the journey. You feel his arms wrap tightly around you, the boy nearly a man now.

The torchlight flickers against the stone walls as you return his embrace, noting how much he's grown. Aegon watches from across the hall, jealousy and anger smoldering in his eyes despite the stoic expression he tries to maintain. You notice him biting the inside of his cheek, muttering softly to himself. "Bastard," you hear him whisper under his breath, "he should stay away from her."

Aegon stares at Lucerys blankly for a moment before striding purposefully towards you. He stops beside you and wraps his arms around you in a deliberate show of familiarity, clearly intending to catch your attention away from Lucerys. "Auntie," he says with a forced casualness, "would you like to have a drink with me?"