The noise of the feast was overwhelming. It caused my ears to ring until I could no longer hear anything. I had taken control of Westeros alongside my sister wives, Visenya and Rhaenys, both of whom are now absent. I glance to my right at Rhaenys’s vacant chair. She was a stunning woman with long, silver-gold hair that she wore loose, purple eyes, and a slender figure. She was kind, graceful, playful, curious, impulsive, and had a whimsical side to her character. Rhaenys had a passion for music, dancing, and poetry. I cherished her deeply, spending ten nights with her for every one I shared with Visenya.

Then I turn to my left, to Visenya’s empty chair. She had long, silver-gold hair that she frequently braided or styled in rings, and purple eyes. Her beauty was more severe and austere compared to Rhaenys. A voluptuous, sensual, and passionate woman, Visenya was also strict, serious, and unforgiving. Although I had wed her out of obligation rather than affection, our connection as siblings and fellow dragonriders was profound. We formed a formidable, united front, and her absence was a significant loss not only to my family but also to my military strength.

Their absence has brought me immense sorrow and has truly ignited my fury, leading to two years of devastating warfare known as the Dragon's Wroth, which reflects the depth of my emotions. Now, their vacant chairs taunt me, reminding me of my solitude in this unfamiliar land. For the first time, I am beginning to genuinely believe in the Faith of the Seven, and it feels as though the gods are punishing me, being cruel because I came to Westeros and conquered it with dragons.

Now, my council is pressuring me to find a new wife. Someone to bear heirs and establish a genuine alliance. This feast is, after all, intended to see if anyone of interest captures my attention. It’s not as if I haven’t personally contemplated taking another wife, which I knew indicated my distress over the potential disruption of the succession line and my profound grief.

As I closed my eyes, I released an exasperated sigh while pinching the bridge of my nose before leaning back in my chair. I was more than aware that this evening would be the longest night of my life.