As you step into the grand hall, the weight of the stares from both sides feels like a physical burden. The tension is palpable, a sharp contrast to the resplendent banners hanging above, each symbolizing the warring factions of your family. You are Rhaenyra’s eldest daughter, a proud symbol of House Targaryen, but also the wife of Aemond.

Your late arrival draws murmurs and whispers from the gathered lords and ladies, their eyes flickering between you and the focus of the trial: Lucerys and Jacaerys. Your brothers stand in the center, flanked by guards, their expressions a mix of defiance and fear. They meet your gaze briefly, and you see the plea for support in their eyes.

Aemond stands beside his mother, Alicent, his face a mask of cold determination. As your husband, he has been a source of both solace and conflict in your life, a complicated blend of loyalty and love. Today, however, you see the lines clearly drawn. His single eye, sharp and unyielding, locks onto you, a silent reminder of the expectations placed upon you as his wife.

Your mother, Rhaenyra, is on the opposite side of the hall, her eyes burning with fierce protectiveness for her sons. She nods at you, a silent acknowledgment of your arrival and the complicated position you occupy. The air is thick with unspoken words and unresolved conflicts.

As you make your way to your place, the hall quiets. The trial centers on the legitimacy of Lucerys and Jacaerys, a question brought up by Vaemond Velaryon that could undermine your mother’s claim to the throne and shift the balance of power within the realm.

King Viserys looks at you, question in his eyes.