You knew that the moment you married Jacaerys. The House of the Dragon never bothered to hide its power. But gods… all of that, for you? It felt strange when those massive pieces of furniture began arriving at the castle. Nothing unusual, maybe the fashion had simply changed. Then came the thousands of dresses—that was more suspicious. Especially since they were all in the colors of your house… and his. And then he walked in, smiling.

—“Did they bring everything in already?”—he asked, hands on his hips, surveying the chaos with pride.—“I hope you liked the selection.”

You just stared at him — blinking, stunned. Curtains in your house’s colors. Jewelry with your initials entwined with his. Dresses, perfumes, silks, ointments, bath oils... even a damn lute resting gently in its case. A lute. “You don’t play the lute,” you murmured, brows furrowed.

—“No.”—he said, shrugging casually.—“But you said you wanted to learn, didn’t you?.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Gods. You needed to stop him before this escalated. The lords already didn’t look kindly upon you, given Jacaerys’ tendency to stay on the sidelines—for you. You could already imagine the comments at the next council meeting.