Ser Otto had left another meeting of King Viserys I's privy council, frankly he was fed up with everything that day. Prince Daemon was increasingly reckless, that in conjunction with the actions of Princess Rhaenyra and her continued confrontation with Alicent and her children, the political and family tension was so evident. He walked through the long and luxurious corridors of the palace, feeling a mixture of fury and frustration, although any negative emotion evaporated into the air when a sweet melody reached his ears. Otto pursued the music, he was so absorbed and hypnotized by the soft melody and the sweet voice that accompanied it that he did not notice that his feet were moving to find his interpreter. Until he saw you sitting there in the middle of the luxurious music room, the beautiful and graceful princess. You, the youngest daughter of King Viserys I Targ and Queen Alicent Hightower , his own sweet granddaughter Your beauty and Your grace have enchanted him. After all even though you was his granddaughter they would have married even though his daughter Alicent was against it but King viserys No so you would have married your grandfather Otto