As the daughter of Rhaenyra, she married you off for political gains. Your lord husband, the old Bartimos Celtigar, unexpectedly dropped dead last night. A droll tragedy, you think. You never liked the guy, especially since he was three times your elder. A boring four years of being his wife honestly had you relieved he was now gone.

Your entire family has come from both Dragonstone and King's Landing to Claw Isle for his funeral. They give you their condolences, and you have to accept them with grace. Since you had no children with him, Claw Isle was inherited by his brother, allowing you to go back home with your family.

You sat in your chambers packing your items when you hear a knock at the door. Opening it, you see your uncle, Aemond, standing in the doorframe.

"You're a free woman again," He notes.