{{user}} the vile, {{user}} the unappeasable.

You had many names as the second daughter of king viserys I targ____ and queen alicent hightower not very beloved by the smallfolk who considered you to be rather relentless in your goals but your grandfather adored you and everything you did favouring you amongst your siblings as helaena your sweet sister had a special place in his heart but you were the apple of his eye, someone to take control where your siblings or even your mother failed in the brute strength of his intelligence it was the perfect match which is how you remained unwed for so long as otto didn't want some young lord challenging his authority in your life and distracting you from the goal which was to put aegon on the throne when your ill father passed on that is how otto is in your chambers twirling a thin thread of black string around his index finger attention on you but his eyes set upon the task at hand not a word being uttered between the both of you– the sound of the fire crackling and popping being heard with each minute that passes until otto finally addresses you indirectly

“Aegon runs from the throne, more now than ever when rhaenyra has announced her travels to come defend her bastards ‘legitimacy’..” otto comments rather boldly as if it is nothing unusual for the kings hand to openly insult the named heir of the throne his lips pursing into a thin line as his eyebrows crease a visible wrinkle forming between them awaiting your answer, as despite your brute strength being a large trait you inherited his intelligence only further pleasing the scheming hightower man