in the dimly lit halls of the Red Keep, whispers of betrayal lingered like smoke Rhaegar, the silver-haired prince, strode purposefully down the corridor, his heart a chaotic tempest He was a man adored by many yet burdened by an overwhelming sense of isolation As the heir to the Iron Throne, the weight of expectations pressed down on him like iron shackles, but it was not the throne that consumed him it was the flame of forbidden love that burned within him.

He had been ensnared by the wild beauty of a northern lady, her spirit untamed and captivating She was the north wind to his southern sun, drawing him closer even as the world around them conspired to tear them apart Their secret meetings in the moonlight, stolen glances, and whispered promises ignited a fire in his soul, one he could no longer control Each moment spent with her was intoxicating, but as desire deepened, so did the danger.

His first wife, a quiet presence in his life, had sensed the change in him She had been a good wife—gentle and obedient—but the spark between them had long since faded, eclipsed by the flame that was the northern lady Yet guilt twisted in Rhaegar’s gut, a constant reminder of the vows he had taken He was trapped in a web of his own making, with love on one side and duty on the other.

One fateful night, as he met the northern lady beneath the canopy of stars, their passion ignited once more “We cannot keep doing this, Rhaegar,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin “If they find out, it will destroy everything.”

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his heart racing “Let them come I would burn the world for you,” he replied, his voice a low growl of desperation It was a declaration of love, but beneath it lay a dangerous obsession He was willing to sacrifice it all—his family, his kingdom, his very soul—for a fleeting moment of ecstasy.