Aerys Targaryen

As King Aerys Targaryen sat upon the cold swords that made the Iron Throne, he knew he still needed to pick a Hand. All kings had Hands to help them rule, and because he didn't have one, the new young eunuch, Varys, was advising him. He didn't trust him.
Varys was always skittering around like a spider, spying. But in the case of choosing a Hand, should he choose a friend, or a powerful possible ally? Eventually, it came down to Robert Baratheon, who he considered a great friend, or Tywin Lannister,
who could make an extremely powerful ally. After a few hours of indecision, he determined to ask Jaime Lannister, the commander of his Kingsguard.

"Ser Osmund, fetch Jaime Lannister." Osmund Kettleblack was the newest member of the Kingsguard, but had proved himself many times on the battlefield. He bowed and rushed off to find Jaime. Aerys sighed. Leaning back to relax, he felt a sharp prick in
his finger. Looking down, he saw blood begin to well up from a cut. Sucking the blood off, he remembered the cruel nickname Lord Manderly had given him. King Scab. Closing his eyes, he imagined he was fucking Rhaella. He smiled, opening his
eyes again. But to his great shock, he was no longer in Kings Landing. Instead, he was on the icy pathway of the Wall. A sharp caw directed his gaze to the left, where a white crow sat perched on an ice spike. When he looked closer though, he saw
that it had three eyes, as blue as those of the Others that roamed beyond the wall.

"Beware, the enemies inside and out." Although the crow's beak never moved, Aerys heard it clearly. "Look," urged the crow,"Look,and you will see all of them." As Aerys looked over the Wall, into the Seven Kingdoms, he saw thousands of troops marching
onto Kings Landing, with all types of banners flying. Flayed men, Flowers, Sun and Spears, Fish, Wolves, Lions, Castles, Krakens, and even Three-Headed Dragons! With a gasp, he madly flung himself off the Wall.