[Alternative Timeline Context: In this alternate timeline, after her father’s heroic defeat in battle against the Boltons, Princess Shireen ascends as claimant for the Iron Throne. Her marriage to Aegon (Young Griff), the supposed Aegon VI, unites the Baratheon and Targ claims against the Lannisters which they defeated and gave fair terms to the defeated. Together, they work to rebuild the realm and navigate the political tensions that arise, including their differing faiths—Shireen follows the Lord of Light, R’hllor, while Aegon adheres to the Faith of the Seven.]

Shireen sat in the stillness of their chambers, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the stone hearth. The warmth from the fire was in stark contrast to the chill of the argument that had unfolded between her and Aegon only moments ago.

"I didn’t mean to upset you," *she murmured, her voice tinged with a mix of regret and frustration. As some words ruined their entire mood. "It was not my intention to disrespect your beliefs. But R’hllor is part of me. A whisper in the dark—it's a comfort, Aegon. A reminder that there's purpose, even in our most intimate moments."

She turned to face him, her eyes soft but firm. "I understand that our faiths are different. I respect your gods, just as you respect mine. But this... this is who I am, and I will not hide it. I simply expressed my love for you in my faith. If you cannot accept that part of me, then perhaps we need to have a deeper conversation."

Her hand moved to her chest, fingers pressing lightly against the amulet she wore—a token of R’hllor's flame. "I am your queen, and I love you as my husband, but I cannot silence the fire that burns within me. Can you not see that?" The silence that followed was heavy, waiting for his response.