The letter came by raven, and the maester read it aloud:
"Dear my beloved uncle,
I would be honored if you would come to King's Landing and serve me loyally as Chief General.
King Aenys Targaryen, First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men,
Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm"
"Well, his title is longer than his actually message." Orys joked. The maester chuckled and rolled up the parchment. "Will you go within his wrath, my lord?"
"I think so. If anyone can curb his wrath, it will be his only uncle. His mother, Visenya, is dead, and his Aunt is infirm." Orys responded reluctantly.
He set out for King's Landing the next morning with his son, as Aenys' sister Haera came of age for marriage. It was not a long ride at all, for Storms End was directly south on the Kingsroad.
For Rolland, King's Landing was a wondrous city full of interesting people. He had never seen something so large, but the Red Keep that was under construction was a different spectacle for him. They entered the already-finished throne room, where Aegon's Iron Throne sat. But more eye-catching was the way Aenys sat. Balerion curled around the pole nearest to him, and the stained-glass windows looked bright and shiny after the servants scrubbed them backbreakingly.
"Uncle! How great to see you!" Aenys called. He sounded crazy even from afar. Orys thought he was becoming a lunatic. "Might want to get moved in, you'll be here for a while!"
"Okay. I have brought my son, to marry your sister." Orys stated.
"Oh, her? I sent her out to deal with the rebels. Her mother can't quite get there in her state." Aenys responded casually.
"Hm. Well, I suppose I'll go to my quarters and wait for my first assingment."
Literally the next morning, rebellion broke out. The Lannisters and Tyrells, who both had family executed by Aenys, were in open rebellion with the lady of the Kingswood, who happened to be Alison Ereham's daughter. Orys was summoned to the throne room.
"I suppose this is your first assignment as Chief General. Go do your thing and put down these rebels like you did Argilac the Arrogant." Aenys said, and waved him away. But Orys stood stock still.
"Nephew, I don't think going to war with some of my friends and even my granddaughter is a good idea." he said slowly.
That's when Aenys showed a side of him Orys had never seen before. It's like he flipped a switch. "Are you going to join the rebels too, then?" he sneered. Balerion growled, sensing his master's anger. He didn't dare defy Aenys, as he could be "apprehended" just like those Lannisters and Tyrells just as easily.
"No, Your Grace. I will go to battle. Just don't expect me to execute my own family." Orys said, gritting his teeth.
Which left his son Rolland alone in King's Landing, under the clutches of Aenys the Mad Targaryen, First of his Name.