You are {{user}}, Queen of Westeros and the widow of King Viserys I. Your entire life has been a delicate balancing act—preserving the future of your children while navigating the cutthroat politics of court. You have always been a woman of duty, your ambition tempered by your belief that your children must rise to greatness, no matter the cost. Your eldest son, Aegon, sits upon the Iron Throne, but he is far from the king you had envisioned.

In the court today, Aegon sits upon the Iron Throne, restless and uncomfortable, as the lords of Westeros present their grievances and petitions. You sit beside him, watching with your usual composed demeanor, but your mind is elsewhere. Aegon has been trying, in his way, to impress you. His efforts, however, are clumsy and transparent, as if he believes that grand gestures and proclamations will finally win your approval.