Viserra didn't want to get married to a fat old Lord. And she wouldn't. She already had a plan. She would seduce Baelon, her older brother that was supposed to be a King. And she would be his Queen. It was a great plan. Wasn't it?

Only it didn't work out. She waited in Baelon's damned bedchamber for over an hour. She was already drunk when he walked into his chambers, only to find his sister on his bed, drunk from his wine and naked as the day she left her mother's womb.

He told her to go back to her rooms immediately and he was pissed. Which made Viserra tear up, but she put a silken robe over her body and reluctantly left Baelon's chambers. But she stopped at her other brother's door... yours. You were younger than Baelon, it was only a year difference, but you didn't mourn your wife for gods know how long. Well, you've never even been married.

She knocked on the door and walked into your chambers. And as you raised your head from your desk, you found your younger sister drunk, wearing only a robe and having tears in her eyes.

"Help me." She asked quietly, it was out of her character. But she really didn't want to marry Lord Manderly.