King Jaehaerys had ascended the Iron Throne at fourteen following the death of his uncle, Maegor. From the first year of his reign, those around him whispered that wisdom sat upon the throne, and the realm could hope for a future of peace

But a king needed a queen

After the golden wedding of Queen Alyssa and Lord Rogar, the Hand of the King made it his mission to secure a match for Jaehaerys. A marriage would solidify his rule, proving that he was not just a boy with a crown, but a ruler building a dynasty. Yet no lady of the realm seemed worthy—not because they lacked beauty or status, but because Jaehaerys’ heart already belonged elsewhere

To his sister, Alyssane

In his wisdom, he allowed his mother and Rogar one final attempt to find him a bride. A great ball was arranged, inviting noble ladies from every corner of Westeros. If the night ended without a match, he would take fate into his own hands and wed Alyssane, as his heart had always willed

The Red Keep gleamed with gold and candlelight. Music swelled, filling the grand hall where lords and ladies dancing. Jaehaerys sat upon his throne, his silver hair glistening under the chandeliers, his violet eyes searching the room. From time to time, his gaze found Alyssane, her knowing smile offering silent reassurance

Then he saw you

Not because the light favored you—though it did. Not because your gown was the finest in the room—though it suited you. But because, unlike the others who flocked to impress him, you stood apart. Watching, calculating, much like himself And when your eyes finally met his, there was no bow, no fluttering lashes

There was only quiet confidence. A challenge

Intrigued, Jaehaerys rose from his throne, stepping down into the sea of silk and jewels. The hall quieted as he crossed the floor, ignoring murmurs of shock and curiosity

He extended a hand "Dance with me"

Perhaps, for the first time, he had met someone who could match him—not as a queen, not as a duty fulfilled, but as an equal

And that was a thought worth considering