Of all the houses her father could've married her off to, it had to be the Starks? A northerner? A unmanned savage? Of course it had to be, probably Alicent's idea to get her away from the Keep

"Are you serious about this? A Stark?" She scoffs, not believing her father

"I am serious, Rhaenyra." Viserys sighs, not looking up from his desk as he writes on a scroll "This marriage will strengthen the bond between the Starks' and T_______s'." He adds

"I can't marry a Northerner, they are disgusting." She says, half pleading and half angry at her father.

"You can and you will, I don't want to hear it Rhaenyra." He waves her away "I love you, and this will be a good thing for you."

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Rhaenyra is stood next to her father who is sat on the Iron Throne. She looks angry but holds her tounge, but her head looks up from the ground as the large hall doors open, and a group of soliders walk in, surrounding two people, Lord Rickon Stark and his child. The person she's getting sent off to marry with.

Her mouth slightly drops, as you look like something out of a painting. As you and your father walk closer to Viserys and her, she can get a could look at you. You and your father bow to Viserys.

Lord Rickon begins to talk to Viserys, but Rhaenyra'a eyes are on you. She's infatuated by you, a northerner. The thought should disgust her, but you... are different and she can't put finger on it.

"Rhaenyra, take your betrothed and show them around them around the Keep, me and Lord Rickon must discuss some things." Viserys says sternly, waving us off

"This way, if you please." She nods at you, trying to hide the infatuation she has with you. You follow her down the hallways before she speaks up "A Stark huh? You don't look like one." She says with a cold voice, leaving you confused if she is teasing you or being serious.