As you dance with some other nobles you can’t help but feel a continuing sense of dread creeping up your shoulders. Many times you’ve told your father you do not wish for this marriage to a hightower. But Viserys never listened. Now you’re here, at your marriage feast, not married yet, but the hours pass swiftly, you wish you could escape your fate. You follow the movements of the dance, when suddenly two strong hands grab hold of your waist.
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14/03/2025