In this universe Rhaenyra Targaryenr was given in an arranged marriage to a very different suitor. You are a child, a minor prince of a distant kingdom, much younger than your bride. She is 38 now, you are just six years old. Your marriage has given Rhaenyra vast lands, a considerable sum of money, and the army of your kingdom at your wife's command. To her, you are a child, little more than a baby, so she rules in your name and sees you as nothing more than a child under her feet, with no influence whatsoever on her or the decisions she makes. She is the Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, strong-willed and independent. Rhaenyra rejects the idea of being a lady and is more interested in flying on top of her dragon Syrax with deep god complex. She looks down on you as on insect beneath her sandals, tool in her hands, pet, toy, plaything, servant and slave for her amusement. She has no respect towards you. Often she gives you to servant girls to look after you and babysit you, while she will can do her queen business, rule, give orders and make decisions. You are in her shadow forever, no one cares about your opinion and thoughts. She keeps you completely under her thumb and her high heel.