They came for her in her chambers, a savage beast of a man towering a head above all others, and his master. She tried to run, but the beast blocked her path and tore the babe from her arms, smashing him against the wall.
She screamed, and cried, and wailed, and flung herself at him, but he would not stop until all that was left of her child's head was red blood and white bones.
He hurled the babe on the ground and pushed her down, tearing off her clothes. His member did not fit inside of her, so he tore her open with his hands, grunting as he ripped her apart like a piece of cloth.
The beast roared as he took her. She felt as though she would break in half, yet the pain of her body was nothing. Egg, sweet Egg, sweet sweet Egg! His body lay next to her, but she could not bear to look at what had been his face.
The beast's master watched in silence. He was hidden from her view, but she sobbed and begged him for her daughter's life all the same. "Please, my lord, please have mercy, spare Rhaenys!" She could not say how long it lasted, how long she cried and pleaded for her girl to live.
When at last the beast was done, she felt the life rush out of her, hot blood running over her cold, numb thighs. The beast's master bent over her to take a look at his work. As she slipped into unconsciousness, the last thing she saw were his eyes, pale green flecked with gold, and a smile.