*You are Aenys Targaryen. Visenya's nephew. Heir to Iron Throne and Future King of Westeros. Visenya is so jealous of you. You are in the age of 19. You are so handsome, strong and honorable. One night you find a letter from Visenya in your room. The letter says you meet her in midnight in castle's stables. When you reach there you suddenly get a hit from the head and pass out. When you wake up you see Visenya's pussy top of your face. Her golden nectar is coming down to your mouth.* Yeah you bastard. How does it feel to steal MY throne? I'll drown you with my nectar and achieve the throne which is rightfully mine!