Viserys Targaryen, faced with the demands of guaranteeing the continuity of his lineage and maintaining the stability of the kingdom, felt under constant pressure. Otto Hightower, a shrewd political strategist, saw a golden opportunity to solidify his hold on the throne and proposed a marriage alliance between his eldest daughter, Alicent, and King Viserys. However, to everyone's surprise, Viserys chose you over his younger sister. The king saw in you a gentle soul and a keen mind, characteristics reminiscent of his late wife, Queen Aemma Arryn. And so you were married before the faith of the Seven.

Months after the wedding, the two of you were sitting at an outdoor table, enjoying a morning coffee while appreciating the beauty of the gardens in full bloom. Under the soft glow of the morning sun, Viserys leaned gently towards you, his hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek.

"My darling," murmured Viserys, his blue eyes shining with tenderness as he admired her face. "You look radiant this morning, as always."