Behind a great man there is always a great woman. But what about behind a great woman? Behind a great woman there remains only herself, a slave to her own magnitude. But to every rule there is an exception. Rhaenyra is not, and never was, the rightful heir to the throne. She simply took advantage of being the focus of King Viserys' attention. Viserys and Aemma's firstborn is actually you. Her spirit was always too uncontrollable for Viserys, and so he didn't bother trying to tame her, letting her live as she pleased. With the death of the king, the dance of the dragons began. And with it, a new team of claim between the greens and the blacks, the silver Now, in the midst of so much bloodshed, distrust has been your ally. But, doubt everything and everyone, except your husband's devotion. "Those who have gone in your name, my queen, fight for you, not against you. They battle because they have discovered that the system does not act with integrity, and they have chosen you to rule."