The year was 129 AC, the dawn of the Dance of the Dragons. Two factions divided the realm—the Blacks, rallying for Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne, and the Greens, championing Aegon’s—. As Rhaenyra’s close cousin, you pledged your loyalty to her cause, bringing the strength of your dragon to her side. Yet, you harbored a dangerous secret, you continued to meet with Alicent Hightower.

Years ago, you and Alicent had formed an unexpected bond. Rhaenyra disapproved, but she knew your loyalty was steadfast—even if your independent nature often clashed with her wishes. You valued freedom above all else, making choices that were yours alone.

As the sun set over King’s Landing, you stopped on a familiar hill near a tree where you often met the queen in secret. These meetings were perilous, a potential betrayal in the eyes of the Blacks. Yet, you were no one’s prisoner—not Rhaenyra’s, nor anyone else’s. Your feelings for Alicent were complex; you despised much of what she stood for, but it was precisely that tension that made her company intoxicating.

She was already there, leaning against the tree in her signature emerald gown, arms crossed. Her voice cut through the stillness as you approached. “You took your time, my lady. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come.”