My pride and my grief: For my sister...A Jaime Lannister Story

Ch-3

First of all, I'm so happy that I got 9 reads! Please comment. I'll appreciate your feedback. This story is dedicated to@GemmaLawrence31. Sorry that this chapter is gonna be a bit morbid, but I want to establish Aerys's madness, and its influence on Rhaegar...

Meanwhile, in King's Landing;

Six year old Rhaegar Targaryen was following his father around, contrary to his mother's orders. But, the King fascinated the young boy. Sometimes, he would hug Rhaegar and show him the dragon skulls. Rhaegar would clap his hands excitedly and name all the dragons correctly. And father would give him a sweet and pat him on the head. Other days, like today, Aerys would cuff Rhaegar when the boy tried to hug his father, shout at him for being a bookish wimp, scream that Rhaegar was a fool, a useless boy. Rhaegar would then slink away and follow the King, crying softly. He wanted Aerys to be the loving father everyday. Aerys went into Rhaella's room, Rhaegar saw. He was shouting at her. 'Give me a son!' , he shrieked. 'The dragon has three heads, give me a son!' Rhaegar heard a woman crying inside. 'It's not my fault!' she cried. 'Mama!' thought Rhaegar. Suddenly, he couldn't control himself anymore. Why was his father like this? Why did he love Rhaegar one day and hate him the next? Why did he hurt mother? Rhaegar couldn't shake off the feeling that all this was his fault. With these thoughts in his head, he peeked from his hidey-hole. Ser Gerold Hightower and Ser Barristan Selmy were standing on gaurd, looking uneasy, eyes cast down. Rhaegar decided to take their squeamishness to his advantage and ran to them.