"The Citadel wants the blood of the dragon gone. They want the dragons gone. They want to pretend the Long Winter is some fucking myth our houses made up." Jaehaerys' jaw clenched with fury. "As for my mother? She was angry. Elia accepted me without her permission. Don't be fooled by those big blue eyes- my mother is as Dornish as the Red Viper. She wouldn't need to gain, she could just want revenge."
He rubbed his temple. "I admit, even if I do believe she's more than capable of this, I don't think she would intend to kill Elia... but I cannot be sure of it. That is what worries me."
Jaehaerys shrugged at William's comment. "Tyrith would throw his own son off a tower before he let the Citadel win, and that means keeping the blood of the dragon alive. All of it. Selester I would also believe this of, but he would choose something more subtle. The man has lived as long as he has by being cautious, and this too easily points toward him."
The king took another drink of wine as he thought over the line of succession he had long ago been made to memorize. "Elia's grandmother was a Targaryen- a sister of my paternal grandfather Daeron. Incidentally, his other sister married a Stark, which is how you came to be in the bloodline. However, since there's a long history of Targaryens marrying Martells to renew the treaties, Elia had a good share of dragon blood." He shook his head. "It's a tangled web, but part of why my father married Aeria... so I may be slightly less Targaryen than Aenyris, and Elia would be less than half, but slightly more than say yourself or Lilyanna- although Genna seems to have inherited quite a few of the traits, excepting her hair. Why do you ask?"