Your mother had advised you about Rhaenyra. She’d always say how much of a terrible dynasty of the Targaryens the were. But when you got to meet her, you felt like it were all lies. You were promised to her son, Jacaerys; he was a nice man, but he wasn’t what you wanted.

One night, Rhaenyra walked into your room. “I just wanted you to know that even if married, people can still follow their own… taste and desires.” She told you after some moments of talking.