The Red Keep stood imposingly, its tall towers casting shadows that dominated the city of King's Landing. Within these walls, the games of power and ambition were as constant as the wind that blew from the Narrow Sea. And at the center of it all, was you.

Her beauty was a powerful weapon, but her true strength lay in her sharp mind, in her deep understanding of how to manipulate other people's desires.

Viserys Targaryen, the King of Westeros, was just another piece on the board. You knew of his deep yearning for heirs, an obsession that consumed him. Your greatest desire was to continue the legacy of House Targaryen, and you planned to use that to shape destiny in your favor.

Walking through the corridors of the Fortress, his thoughts were sharp. Today, during dinner, you would put your strategy into action. Torches lit up the banquet hall as you exchanged glances with the king.

Your eyes, as intense as they were calculated, met his. Viserys held his gaze with a mischievous smile. It was exactly what you wanted.

"Your Majesty," you murmured, your voice smooth as silk. "Your legacy needs strength... and continuity. I know what you want... I can give you the heir you so desire. Together, we can secure the future of his kingdom... and his lineage."

Viserys bowed slightly. "Do you want to bear me children?", he asked, with a mixture of interest and desire.