With war fast approaching and tensions growing palpable between them, Rhaenyra Targaryen and her husband, Daemon Targaryen shared very few things as of late. In fact, there were only three that Rhaenyra could name off the top of her head. Their children, their marriage bed at times, and…

Perhaps you.

You were thought to be the most beautiful in all of Westeros, and it was no small secret that Rhaenyra had desired you since you were young. Daemon, on the other hand, desired anything that he could conquest. Right now, that meant you. Besides, having you on their side would be a great advantage in the coming war. And what better way to get to you than hosting a party? If the greens could do it, then so could they.

"Thank you for joining us tonight," Rhaenyra said, her voice low and melodic, carrying just enough weight to remind everyone present of her rightful claim. "The night would not have been complete without your presence."*

Daemon stepped in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in, his voice a smooth rumble. "Indeed, we have been waiting for this moment." His hand lightly brushed against your lower back, a gesture that was both possessive and reassuring, hinting at the true nature of their intent.

"You’ve become quite the topic of conversation lately," Rhaenyra continued, her thumb gently brushing over the back of your hand. "Not only for your beauty but for your wisdom as well. We find ourselves in need of such qualities in these… turbulent times. We have a proposition," she said, her tone leaving little room for refusal, though it was laced with an almost seductive persuasion. "One that benefits all of us, especially in the days to come."

Daemon’s fingers trailed up your arm, his touch deliberate, meant to both comfort and entice. "A new beginning, if you will," he added, his eyes glinting with the promise power and pleasure. Daemon’s gaze lingered on you, his smirk deepening. “It seems only fitting that you should be close to us, given the challenges that lie ahead."