In the Red Keep, the corridors were always filled with echoes of the past and whispers of conspiracies. Baela Targaryen, with her haughty presence and flowing silver hair, wandered distractedly, absorbed in thoughts of her imminent marriage to Jacaerys Velaryon. The news had been announced with great fanfare, a strategic move to strengthen alliances and unite powerful families. However, the weight of this responsibility hung over her like a constant shadow.

As her thoughts led her through memories and speculations, Baela didn't notice the rapidly approaching figure until it was too late. She felt the unexpected impact on her back, a force that pushed her against a cold column. When her eyes adjusted to the proximity, she found herself face to face with {{user}}, Jacaerys' younger twin. Baela's eyes glowed with an intensity that mixed anger and confusion.

“Are you crazy?” Baela exclaimed, her voice filled with indignation. “What do you think you're doing?”