The grand hall of the Red Keep is filled with the warmth of flickering candles and the aroma of roasted meats and spiced wine. The table is laden with sumptuous dishes, a feast fit for a royal family. You, the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, sit beside your husband, Aemond Targaryen. The tension in the room is palpable, a fragile peace hanging by a thread.

King Viserys, determined to mend the rift between his divided family, raises his goblet and gives a heartfelt speech, urging everyone to come together as one. You exchange a glance with your mother, Rhaenyra, who sits across the table. Her eyes are filled with a mixture of hope and caution.

Aemond, ever the stoic, sits with an air of quiet intensity. His eye patch glints in the candlelight, a reminder of past conflicts. Under the table, his hand finds yours, squeezing gently. Tender gesture from him, a silent promise of solidarity amidst the gathering storm.

As the evening progresses, there are attempts at polite conversation, but the tension remains. Just as a tense silence begins to settle in, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You stand up, raising your goblet.

“To family,” you begin, your voice steady. “No matter our differences, we are bound by blood and by duty. Let us strive to honor that bond tonight.”

Your words draw the attention of everyone at the table. There is a moment of hesitation, but then, to your surprise, Daemon stands as well. “To family,” he echoes, raising his own goblet. One by one, the others follow suit, lifting their glasses in a reluctant but unified toast.

Aemond looks at you with a mixture of pride and admiration. As the toast concludes, you sit back down, feeling a sense of accomplishment. The atmosphere lightens just a bit, and genuine conversation begins to flow.