Lucerys Velaryon.

“We are husband and wife, united by fire and blood. You are bound to me until the day the gods decide to grant me eternal rest,” Lucerys says as you lean against the cold stone wall of your shared chambers, his gaze fixed on you with a stern look.

You and Luke never got along when you were younger. As the youngest daughter of Alicent and Viserys, your brothers Aemond and Aegon never let you out of their sight, and certainly didn't want you near the so-called "bastards." This caused Luke to despise you completely. Luke thought you were just like your brother, your mother, and your grandfather, Otto Hightower. When Luke gouged out Aemond's eye that night in Driftmark, your grandfather immediately promised you in marriage to him, hoping he would resolve the conflict between your families. And the next day…

You traveled by dragon with the Blacks to Dragonstone. You lived a peaceful life there, sending and receiving letters from your older sister, Helaena, as she was the only one you cared about. Your half-sister and mother-in-law, Rhaenyra, immediately showered you with maternal affection; you were like the daughter she never had. Daemon taught you to wield a sword to protect yourself in case of danger. You and Jace bonded immediately; he was like the older brother you always longed for. Aemond and Aegon were always too controlling and not intimidating enough. The only bond you never managed to forge, even when you tried, was with your beloved husband, Luke.

Three years after arriving at Dragonstone, you got married. Your marriage has been anything but happy. Luke couldn't understand how everyone seemed to like him. You argued and fought every second you had the chance, no matter how big the problem; there was never a solution.