The Church and religion could be stifling, but they were also an escape the only escape for a lady who wished to remain respected. There, you would have the chance to educate yourself, help others, and, above all, you would be free from any forced marriage.

When your parents betrothed you to the second son of a lesser Lord’s brother, your first reaction was to resist. But no matter how much you protested or wailed, the deal was already done.

Not knowing the man wasn’t the only thing that repulsed you there was something else. Your heart already belonged to another: Jacaerys Velaryon, heir to Princess Rhaenyra and grandson of the King. They met by pure chance during one of your walks in the woods. That young man, draped in fine silks and with a refined vocabulary, had won you over effortlessly. Jacaerys couldn’t ask for your hand—he was already promised to another—but Jace didn’t want to let you go. Especially not when he found out what you were planning.

Like every morning before sunrise, the two of you met again.

"What you’re planning is utter foolishness. You can’t just become a septa," Jacaerys said in frustration as he dismounted, facing you without a hint of shame. "The Faith will only keep you captive."