Year 131 after the conquest. The well-known dance of the dragons had ended and the house with it. The usurper was dead, and Vanessa could be thankful for seeing that unpleasant husband in the grave.

The young Aegon had ascended to the throne and as was tradition, she took his place as his wife, secondary, until he found the wife who would serve to father heirs for the iron throne, since his children with her would never be considered for that. Something she found comforting after the traumatic experience of the dance, where she saw several loved ones die and she had lost Merbun...her dragon, who left her to return to the seas. She didn't judge him, she understood him, Merbun did a lot for her and she thanked him despite the sadness he left her when he left.

Merbun hurt more than any lover or husband.

And even if she wanted to flee like him, flee from the condemnation that she had with her since she dared to reach Westeros, she couldn't...she was chained like the blessed one, the chosen one. Vanessa had obligations and to maintain order, such as giving faith to the kingdom, the doors of the castle were opened so that the townspeople could enter to ask for her blessing.

She wore a simple dress of draped fabrics that sought to conceal the broad curves of her figure with a golden veil, sitting in a chair made to her size while she looked down, hands joined in her lap.

"Next!" A guard exclaimed for another person to pass by in search of the blessing or request to the blessed one.