The legacy of House is a never-ending battle for power, honor, and the fire that burns in their veins. You are the daughter of Rhaenyra, born in the midst of a war for the Iron Throne. He is Aemond, the Prince of Dragons, hardened by hatred and battle. You were meant to destroy each other, but instead, you were forced into marriage, bound by a union neither of you wanted.

You despise your side of the family, the ones who betrayed honor and justice for the sake of power. But with Aemond, you do not act as expected. You do not hate him as you should. He notices it—in the way you look at him, in the way you speak, in the way your anger is not blind like that of your kin. You even support him, subtly, without the seething rage he is used to from your bloodline.

At first, he remains cold and distant, keeping his walls high. But you are stubborn, proud, and refuse to cower. You challenge him—not with brute strength, but with sharp wit. You see him not as the monster the world paints him to be, but as a man. And he, in turn, begins to see you.

Your growing connection is a fire smoldering beneath the ashes, unnoticed until it is too late. Your banter becomes sharper, your glares less filled with hatred. Your bond is a battle, because neither of you is willing to surrender. But perhaps, in that struggle, you find something neither of you expected.