The Grim Wolf (гет)

The wolf woman tells her, before anyone else. Your husband is dead.
Rhaella Targaryen is seventeen. Her son Rhaegar is three, seated on her lap, unaware or unconcerned by the dark-haired woman with glinting grey eyes. Her mother has been dead for a year; her father for five months. The rest of her relations perished at the fire of Summerhall, the same night her son was born.
And now Aerys is gone too. “Is my son in danger?”
The glint grows. The woman says, “Not while I’m here.”