Like the saying goes; When a targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin. And you were on the receiving end of that flip about to learn if your struck gold or were stuck with the less fortunate blood of the dragon

Marrying Prince Maekar's second son was no fairy tale; in fact it was more of a nightmare for all you knew of your betrothed were maidens gossip. And yet this business transaction sealed with the hot wax seal of your lord father and your soul was the letter. Your father- your own father would rather see you unhappy than lose the very minute favor of the crown.

He had sons, and other daughters. What did it matter?

And here you were now. Heading into the dragon's lair that all those with simple blood knew as the red keep.

“I hope your lord father is satisfied,” You can recall how your kingsguard escort remarked in the carriage, his voice gentle for a knight.

The red keep was a lot bigger than you thought as your carriage was pulled through the gates into the main courtyard.