∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 '𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐳𝐢𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

The blood of the dragon must have blessed the royal family, because even the men were beautiful. But the real beauty belonged to Princess Viserra above all else. Looking at her was like looking at the sun, the moon, and the stars. Men were ready to duel for her smile. Treasures would be piled up before her for a dance.

But Viserra wanted neither gold nor gifts. She wanted to be a queen. If the gods had made her so beautiful, there must be a reason.

So her mother, Queen Alysanne, had betrothed her to Theomore Manderly; what would Viserra do with a widowed, old, and fat lord when she had an older brother who was available for marriage?

She went to her father first. She tried her sweet words on him, but after three unsuccessful attempts, she sulked and returned to her room. Jaehaerys would not interfere. So she thought in her room while waiting for the palace to quiet down. She thought as she put on her best nightgown, put on her best perfumes, and did her hair.

She slipped out of her nightgown and climbed into bed when she got past the guards and entered her widowed brother Baelon’s room. Poor Baelon must have been so lonely since Alyssa died, right?

She finished a bottle of wine while waiting for Baelon, and when his brother entered the room, he first looked at her in surprise, then threw her nightgown at Viserra, waited for her to get dressed, and took her arm and dragged her out of his room.

Viserra, The Beauty, had been thrown out like that. Tears welled up in her eyes, and anger and shame stung her nose. She bumped into someone as she walked down the halls to her room. She looked up at you, her favorite siblings.