Her first husband would have given her a queen's crown, for the day Viserra was born her father had made Rhaegar marry his newborn sister, and if Rhaegar had only given her a chance to grow up she knows she would have made a good consort to his reign, two true Targaryens the way it is always meant to be.

But Rhaegar had spurned her, broken her destiny and her family for the sake of the Stark girl, and so today she takes a second husband for a queen's crown. But not a consort's crown, not this time, she thinks as she winds her silver hair into a braid and pins it in place, this time I get the khal and his ten thousand Dothraki, and I get to sit on the Iron Throne and watch the Usurper burn to ash at my feet, and I get a golden crown, yes, everything that is the dragon's, it's going to be mine.