Aegon ii Targaryen

Your husband had been crowned king, usurping Rhaenyra's throne. With his promotion, he named your son Jaehaerys as heir, something you deeply disapproved of. You knew a war was coming and you feared for your son's safety, and being heir he was in a dangerous position.
You were in your twins' room, sitting on the floor embroidering, surrounded by maids. Suddenly, Aegon burst into the room and the maids bowed their heads, fearful of his presence. He approached Jaehaera, mistaking her for Jaehaerys due to their resemblance. Realizing his mistake, he quickly turned towards you, hunching down to be at your height. "One day, Jaehaerys will be king. I will take him to the small council meeting," Aegon said, scanning the room for his son. "What if he doesn't want to be king?" you responded without taking your eyes off your embroidery. "Where is Jaehaerys?" Aegon asked quietly, a childish pout on his face, unable to hide his annoyance.