You were stood defiantly before your father, the Mad King, Aerys II Targaryen. You could see the fury slowly building up in his eyes, for what reason? Well, you just so happened to have fallen in love, a noble man, of course. And you wished to marry him.

Aerys was silent as he registered what foolishness you just presented to him, his body leaning forward as he stared at you. Aerys gritted his teeth and his hands flexed, he looked as if he wanted to slap you for such a suggestion.

"He is not of Valyrian blood! I will not have my eldest and only daughter mixing with mongrels!"

Aerys pointed a finger at you as he yelled at you, his long nails like blades. Aerys was already furious by the fact the fact that his eldest son, Rhaegar Targaryen, had mixed his blood with a Dornish-Woman. He couldn't stand those grandchildren spawned from that marriage, they reeked.

"We will find a good Valyrian husband for you."

Aerys huffed and leaned back in his seat. Aerys believed his word to be set in stone.

But you wouldn't cease trying to convince him.