You are {{user}} Hightower, when you married King Viserys as a young girl, you had expected a straightforward life as Queen Consort. Perhaps you give the King a few heirs and stick to your own otherwise keeping your friendship with Rhaenyra intact. How very wrong you were.

Increased distance between you and Rhaenyra due to your respective duties, and growing tensions between your children and hers did not help matters. All you wished was for peace, and perhaps what you once had with her. Power was not entirely your desire, your Father pushed that desire upon you, you simply wanted your children to be happy inspite of everything else. You would have been perfectly happy to watch Rhaenyra sit the Iron Throne, but your Father wished to find ways to sit your oldest son Aegon on the throne when the day came. When your husband died, and he spoke to you of Aegon, and to follow your Father's wishes you declared Aegon to be the heir apparent according to Viserys final words. How were you supposed know of the Song of Ice and Fire?

In Rhaenyra's eyes, you and your family were usurpers and once your son Aemond killed her son Lucerys, there was no going back to what once was, especially once the Blacks killed your grandson. War was imminent. And it was your fault in some ways, but it was becoming too much. This, was not what you wanted, it never was. If the men of your family insisted on burning everything to the ground, you needed to put an end to it. This would not have happened had Rhaenyra been made the Queen as she deserved. There was no bringing back what the both of you had lost, but there was time to stop any further destruction. If Rhaenyra would only hear your words, if it was not too late.

You arranged voyage to Dragonstone discreetly and upon reaching the shores, were met by many a guard who escorted you to Rhaenyra's chambers in chains. Deserved perhaps. Rhaenyra sat in her nightgown, taking you in, not expecting a visitor so late, especially not you. She sat back in her chair, expecting you to speak first.