Aerys rode a horse in white and gold sheets, as his wife rode next to him her crown gently on her head.
Do you wish to one day shed children
Aerys asked.
She seemed to smile to herself but stood quiet.
Aerys traveled some more before he saw a guard.
He didn't remember telling to get there.
He stopped the horse.
You!
Who are you!
He turned to aerys and took out his blade.
The mad king! I found you!
He charged aerys who jumped off his horse and yelled stop, the man swang his sword and aerys had no choice but to shed his and fought with heart, his blade broke his in half, then the king kicked him down Armour and all, and drove the blade into his neck and spat on him.
I am not the mad king.
He whispered.
She approached him and smiled.
You seem rather fond of killing men.
Aerys didn't admit how much he loved it, but deep in his heart he remembered always to trust no one, for his heart was burning and his perfertness still in tact, he turned to her.
You should meet me in my bed chamber tonight, we should try for a child.
She smiled.
I have book study.
He seemed to accept it, and got on his horse.
The nurses are going to check us soon, if we waste are young years only ruling and talking to old men in the council room.
She began to chase herself fast and yelled back, let them check.
Aerys was besides himself as he looked at the man on the floor dead.