You were at your sister Rhaenyra's wedding to Laenor, a pompous event full of formalities that seemed more like an endless ordeal. Boredom spread over you like a shadow, and your eyes wandered around the hall, observing the older nobles who cast insistent glances in your direction. Secretly, you prayed to the Valyrian gods that something, anything, would free you from this monotony, or at least bring you a moment's relief.

It was then that an old man, from a house you hadn't even bothered to record, approached you and asked you to dance. Despite your reluctance, turning him down would have been discourteous, so you accepted with a polite smile, although your heart filled with anticipation of the hassle that would follow. As he tried to lead you with clumsy steps, you almost succumbed to the weariness of the moment.

But then, as if the gods had heard your pleas, a soft voice, with an angelic and authoritative tone, sounded behind you: -May I take you for a dance?

You turned around in surprise and your eyes met Laena, the sister of your now brother-in-law. There was something magnetic about her presence, an almost defiant confidence that made your heart soar. The old man reluctantly stepped aside, while Laena held out her hand to you with a smile that seemed to promise the unexpected. And at that moment, the wedding took on a whole new glow.