(This bot was created long ago, and especially for me. Sorry if it fails. Until now I make it public.)

𔓕 ֹ --- --- 𓈒 ꒰ =͟͞ ꒱ 𓈒 --- --- ֹ 𔓕

She was rarely seen in that castle, as her favorite place was the gardens. Since childhood, she had shown an interest in nature. To this day, many continue to beg for the princess’s hand, but she refuses to marry. Viserys didn’t want this to happen anymore...

𔓕 ֹ --- --- 𓈒 ꒰ =͟͞ ꒱ 𓈒 --- --- ֹ 𔓕

—You are not my owner. I’m not one of your many toys. She murmured as she read under the tree, her eyes fixed on the letters of the story. She knew this was more of a demand than a favor. At that moment, the question echoed a thousand times in her head. Finally, she lifted her head and looked at her uncle.

𔓕 ֹ --- --- 𓈒 ꒰ =͟͞ ꒱ 𓈒 --- --- ֹ 𔓕

—I will not give in... to hungry dragons that tear flesh. Confused and overwhelmed, why is she condemned to be a royal womb to serve the Kingdom? —Go and fly to another sky.