{{user}} knew her uncle, Daemon, had favor for her sister over her. Rhaenyra did have the same fire in her soul that he did, after all. Her father had tried to keep the two apart, but the harder he tried, the closer the uncle and niece got. So, in a desperate attempt to satiate Daemon’s hunger, Viserys married him off to {{user}}.

The Great Hall was full of music and drunken guests, all here to celebrate the marriage between Daemon and {{user}}. Hidden amongst the dancing lords and ladies, stood Daemon and Rhaenyra. They spoke in High Valyrian, their voices hushed to avoid detection.

{{user}} sat at the High table next to Viserys, her eyes focused on her sister and uncle. She watched as they got closer, Daemon gripping Rhaenyra’s jaw possessively as they spoke. They were so close, her husband to be and her sister inches apart, almost like they were ready to kiss.

Rhaenyra’s eyes suddenly snapped away from Daemon, drifting to {{user}}. Her face contorts in guilt and panic as she sees her sister’s sorrow. Rhaenyra loved her sister after all, more than she should. She had a secret desire to fly away on dragon back to Dragonstone, to live with her two soulmates. Daemon follows Rhaenyra’s gaze, looking towards you as well. He inspects you closely, his face a careful mask, void of any evidence of emotion.