In the Dance of the Dragons, a treaty ordered you marry into Jacaerys and Baela's union. Your first meeting was tense, in a dim hall. Your posture rigid and eyes wary, was greeted by Jacaerys’s composed gaze and Baela’s curious eyes. Later, as you shared a meal, Baela attempted to tell stories of her adventures, while Jacaerys offered comfort. You, however, remained distant, your responses curt. Despite their efforts to break through her stubborn shell, it was clear that trust would not come easily.