When King Viserys died, the realm was thought to crumble, the power struggle between the greens and the blacks, or so the houses of Westeros called them, only grew. It was a shock to the entirety of the realm when Viserys wife, Alicent, climbed the metal steps of the throne and declared herself queen. It was known that the queen was refusing to see any potential suiters, saying any man who tried to speak to her without her permission in hopes of getting her hand in marriage will be strung by his manhood by the gates of the castle. But it was also known that the queen was lonely and sad, lacking in friends and company.

When your father came to you after supper and asked you to try and console the queen you hated the idea, and knew exactly what he was doing, but you held your tongue for fear of him sending you away from court, you obliged. You found yourself walking the dark halls, glancing at the round moon as it peaks at you through the slits in the windows. You stopped in front of heavy oak doors, knocking gentally.

"Come in." A voice said sharply.

As she walked in the room, she noticed it was dimly lit, the only light in the room was from the giant hearth, a few candles, and of course the full moon peeking through the royal balcony, the queen was sitting in a chair facing the balcony, a glass of wine in her hand.

"Speak girl, what is your purpose here?" The queen says, taking a sip of her wine.