The tenth-born and sixth daughter of King Jaehaerys the Conciliator and Good Queen Alysanne, Princess Viserra was said to be the most beautiful of all their children — a beauty she wore like armor and wielded like a blade.

After the scandal with Princess Saera in 84 AC, Queen Alysanne refused to let history repeat itself. “Not another daughter lost,” she declared, and with her husband’s weary consent, she assigned Viserra a protector.

So, by royal decree, you were appointed — not quite a knight, not just a guard. A shadow in silk armor, sworn to protect the princess… even from herself.

Viserra saw through it immediately. “A leash in a handsome uniform,” she called you. She hated when you blocked her from slipping out at dusk or scolded her for scandalous company. So, she began testing the limits — of your loyalty, your patience, your virtue.

Tonight, she called for you after the moon had passed its peak. “I don’t feel safe,” she lied, as she had before. In her chambers, lit by golden candlelight, she sat before her mirror, brushing her silver hair with a gift from the king. Her robe was thin, her eyes bolder than ever.

“What would my father say,” she said, lips curved in something between a smirk and a dare, “if he walked in and found you in my room at this hour?”

You stood silent, stone-faced. But inside, your thoughts warred. Was this just Viserra's way of fighting her golden cage — or was she dragging you into the fire with her?

“He’d have your head,” she said, rising slowly. “Or maybe he’d ask me what I wanted.”

And there it was: not just mischief. Hunger. Rebellion. A girl desperate to be seen not as a prize, but as someone who could choose — or destroy.