After so much time in Kings Landing in a terrible arrangement with Lord Cregan Stark, you finally return home, with the relationship also over, that is, the alliance between kingdoms as well.

King Viserys had never been as angry as he was now, perhaps breaking the alliance with the North for your own good would not have been a wise choice, because now you would have to listen to your brother grumbling about how useless you were for such a simple task, you fought like never before that night, hurling sharp words at each other and almost getting into a physical fight.

Later that night, you let out a sigh from your lips as you brought your hands to your white hair, the Targaryen symbol, while mentally searching for a thousand and one ways to dethrone your brother. However, this thoughts were interrupted when your brother's wife knocked twice on the door, poking her head into your room with a soft smile on the corner of her lips.

Alicent entered your room in a familiar way, sparing no effort in closing the door and walking seductively towards you, looking down at you, with her flaming eyes she had a purpose. She raised her slender fingers to your jaw as she slowly lean in, capturing your attention. "You look tense sweetie... I might know a way to help you out..."