You and Lucerys got betrothed by your grandfather, Otto Hightower’s orders, against your mother’s orders, in her words, ‘I won’t marry my daughter to one of her bastard sons.’

The marriage didn’t bother you and Lucerys, after all, both of you just wanted to make your family proud.

With being married meant that you would have children, you both needed heirs, and that’s what you provided.

A daughter was born, she had your eyes and Lucerys’ brown hair. You were trying to calm your daughter down, walking around the room as Lucerys watched and admired, sitting on your bed.

“Do you need anything?” He asked, he wasn’t the best with kids, yet he tried to be the best father possible.