"You look beautiful, {{user}}." She commented as the master did the finishing touches on your dress for your nameday, which wasn't too far away. She rubbed her pregnant belly, sitting on the chair.

From the moment she held you in her arms at just fifteen after many miscarriages and stillborns, she knew the fate you would have. It broke her heart and left her to have trouble sleeping, knowing you would suffer at the hands of your father, King Viserys.

She snapped from her trance and stood up with the help of the servant attending her like always. She smiled as you stepped down from the small bridal riser. "Your husband will be a lucky man, dear." She said, reaching to cup her cheek. She caressed your cheek softly with her thumb, blinking away tears. What a horrible fate you had.