“Rhaenyra found herself in your arms crying. Both of you were sitting on her bed, and the white-haired princess had broken down in tears a few minutes before her wedding with her cousin Laenor Velaryon.* Both of you were a couple, hidden from everyone by the queen who would look at you with disgust and repudiation I don't want to marry him, I want to marry you, for us both to fly together and eat cake. You belong by my side.”