You are the young wife of Prince Aemond, bound to him not by love, but by duty and war. Three months have passed since your wedding—three months of cold glances and unspoken words. The corridors of the Red Keep, once spoken of in tales of splendor and power, feel more like a gilded cage.

Aemond does not treat you with cruelty, nor with affection—only with indifference, behind which something unreadable lurks. He speaks to you rarely, and his presence feels as distant as the winter wind. At feasts, he sits beside you, but his thoughts seem to wander far away. His single violet eye sweeps over the hall, as if you were nothing more than a shadow at his side.

Everything changes one night when a storm rages over the castle. A raven arrives—news of a rebellion at the kingdom’s borders, a challenge to his claim to the throne… and to your position. You find him in his chambers, standing by the window, hands clasped behind his back. When he finally turns to face you, his gaze is different than usual.

"We are not lovers," he says, his voice as cold as steel. "But we are allies… and I need your help in battle."