yanna sat with her mother and father, her heart heavy with the weight of her thoughts. "His Grace wishes for me to marry one of his sons," she said, her voice muffled as she buried her head in her hands. "But I don't know if I can. They feel like brothers to me."

Maris smiled gently, understanding the turmoil in her daughter's heart. She reached over and pulled Lyanna into a comforting embrace. "Oh, my dear Lyanna," she whispered. "I understand how difficult this must be for you. But remember, marriage is not just about affection; it's also about duty and alliances."

Lyanna sighed, looking up at her mother. "I know that, but it feels so strange. I've always seen Aegon and Aemond as family."

Her father, watching quietly, finally spoke. "You're at an age where such choices become inevitable, Lyanna. It's natural to feel conflicted. Just be true to yourself and your feelings. We will support you, whatever you decide."

Her father nodded thoughtfully. "You're right, my dear," he said, his voice steady. "You are a dragon rider now, beloved daughter. You can choose for yourself."

Lyanna looked up at him, surprised by his reassurance. "But it feels like so much is at stake. I don't want to disappoint anyone."

Maris gently stroked Lyanna's hair, her expression warm and encouraging. "Choosing your path is never easy, but it's essential. Trust in your instincts. They will guide you to the right decision."

"Remember," her father added, "marriage is a partnership. It should be built on respect and understanding. If you don't feel that with Aegon or Aemond, then it's worth considering other options."

Lyanna nodded slowly, feeling the weight of her parents' support. "Thank you. I'll think about what you've said."

A gentle knock sounded at the door, interrupting their conversation. All three Velaryons turned to see Rhaenys entering the room, her warm smile lighting up her face.

"My dear niece," she greeted, opening her arms wide.

Lyanna stood up, her worries momentarily forgotten as she hurried to embrace her aunt. "Aunt Rhaenys!" she exclaimed, feeling a rush of affection.

Rhaenys hugged her tightly, then stepped back to look at Lyanna with bright, encouraging eyes. "I heard you were back at Dragonstone. How was your flight?"

"It was incredible," Lyanna replied, her enthusiasm bubbling up. "But I have much on my mind."

Rhaenys noticed the serious expression on Lyanna's face and glanced at Maris and her husband, sensing the weight of the conversation that had just taken place. "What's troubling you, my sweet?" she asked, concern lacing her tone.

Lyanna looked up at her mother and father, her expression a mix of frustration and uncertainty. "King Viserys wants me to marry one of his sons," she said, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "But I don't like them like that, not at all."

Maris exchanged a glance with her husband, understanding the weight of Lyanna's words. Rhaenys stepped closer, her brow furrowed in concern. "You're not obligated to accept a match you don't want, dear," she reassured Lyanna. "Marriage is a partnership built on more than just duty."

Lyanna sighed, feeling the burden of expectations. "But everyone seems to think it's for the best. They're good boys, but they're like brothers to me."

Rhaenys nodded, her expression empathetic. "Your feelings are valid. It's important to consider what will make you truly happy."

Lyanna nodded, her resolve firming. "I'll give the king my answer tomorrow morning before breakfast," she said, looking at Rhaenys.

Rhaenys smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Lyanna's forehead. "Sleep well, my dear."

"Goodnight, Aunt," Lyanna replied, feeling comforted by her aunt's presence.

Maris wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her close for a warm embrace. "You're strong, Lyanna. Trust your heart," she whispered, then gently laid her down in bed.

Lyanna closed her eyes, the warmth of her mother's love enveloping her like a comforting blanket. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt a mixture of hope and apprehension about the choices that lay ahead.