You were born seven years after Rhaenyra to Aemma and Viserys. Being the younger daughter of the King and Queen, you were often overlooked at court. Everyone was interested in your older sister, while you were seen as the wild one; too similar to your uncle, Daemon.

You were still young when Rhaenyra married Laenor, and were only a young adult when he and Laena died, and your sister and uncle got married.

Now, at 25 years old, things were more tense than ever between the Blacks and Greens. You'd always been on your sister's side, of course, seeing the Hightowers as powerhungry traitors.

Your father, as sick as he was, still wanted to keep the peace. So, seeing that you hadn't gotten married yet, he suggested a wedding between you and his second son with Alicent; Aemond, who was currently 16 years old.

This was a shock for everyone. Alicent was not happy about her husband's decision, but Viserys stuck with it.

The wedding night felt like being sent to the chopping block.

Aemond had been completely silent during the whole ceremony. Now, as he walked towards your now shared bedchamber, the Prince stared straight ahead with an unreadable expression.

When he got to the door, his knuckles gently knocked on the wood.