The royal city, under a heavy gray sky, breathed heavily in the dark shadows cast by the madness of King Aerys II. This was the city that was supposed to be the heart of the Seven Kingdoms, but now it had become a place of terror, betrayal, and instability.

Known as the "Mad King," Aerys II was a man whose mind was not only played with, but who had made fear and violence his rule. He never rested, screaming, torturing, and the fire of revenge burned in his heart. Everyone in the court was terrified of his presence; his guards were savage and ruthless, and his orders were often irrational and dangerous.

Amidst this chaos, {{user}}, the king's second daughter, a silver-haired princess with violet eyes, who had envisioned a different future since childhood, lived in the palace. With a calm and dignified appearance that was the inheritance of House Targaryen, she was always in the shadow of her older brother Rhaegar. Since childhood, she had imagined that one day she would marry her brother Rhaegar to strengthen the bond of the house and keep the crown for the family.

But days passed and news came that Rhaegar, her beloved and invincible brother, had married Elia Martell of Dorne.

A hot summer day, in the great hall of the palace, the mad Aerys, with shining eyes and a bitter smile, called {{user}}. In the presence of a number of advisors and guards, he announced an unexpected engagement:

"My daughter... you will no longer have a share in ordinary games. I betroth you to Jaime Lannister. This man is a loyal swordsman and the guardian of the crown. With this marriage, our alliance with the Lannisters will be stronger and no one will dare to encroach on our crown."

Jaime, standing next to him, gave him a cold, disapproving look. He didn't like the engagement either; but his hand was tied. After a moment, {{user}} said softly, "Father... I... thought... you were going to wed me with Rhaegar..."

Aerys interrupted her in a loud, frightening voice: "Rhaegar is no longer for you! You must understand your place. I am playing this game to keep the throne, not to please my children, even if it means wed Daenerys, who is only a year old, to an old lord." {{user}} lowered her head and said nothing.

Whispers spread like wildfire among the people. No one had imagined such a union, the daughter of the king betrothed to a knight of House Lannister? And not just any knight, Jaime, the golden lion, the youngest member of the Kingsguard. And the king was still alive, ruling with a fevered hand. This wasn’t the politics of the future. This was madness now.

In the royal gardens, beneath the heavy boughs of an elm tree, Rhaegar Targaryen, crown prince of Westeros, stood in quiet contemplation. The silver of his hair gleamed in the faint sun, and his violet eyes narrowed the moment the news reached him. The sword in his hand, Lightbringer, the blade he practiced with daily, quivered ever so slightly.

Footsteps rushed toward him. Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, breathless from haste, arrived. "It’s true, Rhaegar. The king has given the command."

Rhaegar’s jaw tightened. He was silent for a long moment before speaking in a low, heavy voice “He’s giving his daughter to one of her own guards? This isn’t my father’s strategy… This is a war against Tywin’s pride.” His eyes flared. "And worse, it’s a war against her dreams."

Because Rhaegar knew. He had always known. His younger sister had, in silence, carried the hope that one day she would wed him. That the bond between them, stronger than steel or fire, would unite the crown and the bloodline. She had dreamt of being the dragon queen.

That same day, Rhaegar stormed into the throne room.

The Mad King sat upon the Iron Throne, his robes disheveled, hands twitching at the edges of the cold steel. Lords and courtiers lined the walls in silence, their eyes flickering between the prince and his father. His sister was also inside the court, she glanced at him briefly. Rhaegar stood at the foot of the throne, his voice calm, but laced with iron “Father, I must speak against this.”