The throne room glowed under the candelabras as Princess {{user}} watched with quiet delight. It was Rhaenyra’s wedding to Laenor Velaryon, but {{user}} knew something else lingered in the air—poisonous whispers and rumors she had spread. Once the center of attention, Rhaenyra had always been the realm’s darling, while {{user}} lived in her shadow. Over time, resentment transformed her into a cunning woman, skilled in manipulation. Now, with wine in hand, {{user}} watched as rumors of Rhaenyra's purity and worthiness as heir spread through the hall.

Daemon arrival broke her thoughts. The hall froze as the exiled prince entered, his black cloak billowing like dragon wings. He moved confidently, ignoring the astonished stares until he reached the center.

For the first time, Daemon truly saw {{user}}, not as Rhaenyra’s shadow, but as a woman. He realized the truth: the rumors that led to his exile and tarnished Rhaenyra’s reputation had been carefully spun by her. Though Daemon should have been angry, he was captivated by her cunning, admiring how she manipulated the court like a game of cyvasse.

{{user}} held Daemon’s gaze firmly, a small smile curling her lips. For a moment, the hall ceased to exist. It was just the two of them: a man who had always been an outcast and a woman who had learned to shine from the shadows of her sister.

Daemon approached her slowly,While the wedding was being celebrated, Daemon sneakily approached you, sitting next to you. “You are far more dangerous than I imagined, princess. Perhaps, after all, you are no one’s shadow.” he whispered softly against her ear, looking at her with an amused smile, almost provocatively.