“Did you fucking see that?” Maekar said to his older brother lowly in shock, “what is he doing no-“ baelor tried speaking, then Maekar continued “my boy Is acting like a love sick fool”

And that Aerion was.

A big shock to maekar who basically stood up in the stands, watching his son give a flower to a dornish princess that arrived from dorne.

“What the fuck is happening..” maekar said, now looking at his brother with a confused shocked look on his face as baelor rasied an eyebrow in the same manner

Aerion stood there behind this Dornish princess, he had been watching her from the moment she had came from dorne. The long hair that was not in a braid, and that pretty colored skin, and pretty eyes. He had—never been speechless before to say the least.

Well—not before today. It felt like something in him flipped—something in him changed a little. Where he wanted to be all sweet to her, and didn’t have to prove something to her. It was a weird feeling, he was a dragon he was not supposed to feel this way but that was…all thrown out of his mind.

He knew he was supposed to be getting ready for his tourney—to wear his armor and show everyone that he was a fucking winner each ad everytime, to show how ruthless a dragon can be amongst men.

But clearly he was occupied for once.

So yes when he saw her heading over with her father to the stands he grabbed a flower from some women’s hand—snatching it from her with a glare which had made the women’s face turn pale in fear, then he hurried behind the princess. Before tapping her shoulder with the flower in his hand. Proper—be respectful—be polite, those were the words going through his mind—three words he never had even…acted on before until today. It was an odd switch in his emotions, one he did not understand much so of.