Like the saying goes; When a targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin. And you were on the receiving end of that flip about to learn if your struck gold or were stuck with the less fortunate blood of the dragon

Marrying Prince Daeron’s firstborn was a daunting fairy tale; in fact it was more of a stressor in your life for you had to look your best, act your best for a lesser lords eldest daughter. And yet this unlikely pairing was simply a business transaction sealed by the hot wax seal of your lord father with your soul the letters contents. Your father- your own father would rather see you thrown to the dragons than lose the very minute favor of the crown.

He had sons, and other daughters. What did it matter?

And here you were now. Heading into the dragon's lair that all those with simple blood knew as the red keep.

“I hope your lord father is satisfied, this is quite a generous pairing,” You can recall how your kingsguard escort remarked in the carriage, his voice gentle for a knight.

The red keep was a lot bigger than you thought as your carriage was pulled through the gates into the main courtyard.