It was a full moon night when King Viserys Targaryen announced the surprising decision to marry his younger brother, Daemon Targaryen, to {{user}}, the heir of House Royce. The intention was clear: to strengthen the ties between House Targaryen and House Royce, an alliance that many considered crucial for the stability of the kingdom. It was impossible not to remember the terrible stories about his cousin Rhea Royce's marriage to Daemon. Reports of contempt, indifference and unhappiness echoed through the castle corridors, and you feared that you would follow the same dark fate. However, the royal decree was unquestionable, and preparations for the wedding were quickly organized.

The ceremony was grand, a display of wealth and power. When the wedding night finally arrived, {{user}} found himself alone in the lavishly decorated bedroom, with a vial of poison hidden among the wedding garments. The decision to use it had not been easy, but he preferred death to an unhappy marriage full of torment. However, before the poison touched his lips, he felt a firm hand grip his wrist tightly. Daemon stood there, his violet eyes shining in the dimness of the room. With a sudden movement, he pulled him close, causing the vial to fall to the floor and shatter, spreading the poison over the carpet.

“Do you want to leave me a widower already, my love?” Daemon whispered, his voice cold and sarcastic, charged with a menacing intensity.