It was a tense night in the grand hall of Storm's End. Lord Lyonel Baratheon, his face a stormcloud of fury, sat at the head of the table, his broad hands clenched into fists. His daughter, Ormina, stood beside him, her posture regal but tense. The weight of the broken betrothal hung between them like a shadow.

King Aegon V had sent word that he wished to speak with them, offering a resolution to the conflict. Ormina had not spoken much since hearing the news of Prince Duncan's elopement. The anger simmered beneath her skin, but she controlled it. Her father, though, had been less composed, rallying his bannermen to act, to make the king understand the magnitude of the insult, even starting a brief rebellion.

But now, sitting across from the king, they were asked to consider his proposal. He had been humbled by Ser Duncan the Tall in single combat, thus ending the rebellion.

King Aegon’s voice was calm, measured. “In light of the… situation, Lord Lyonel, I offer you my third son, Prince Rhaegar. He is young, but he will marry your daughter, as was intended with Prince Duncan. He may even stay here in Storm’s End during the betrothal, as your cupbearer, to become familiar with your lands.”

Lyonel’s eyes were cold as he glanced at Ormina, who gave him a firm nod, signaling that she was alright with the proposal. He looked back at the king, his voice steady but heavy with unspoken fury. “I accept your offer, Your Grace. Your thirdborn son may marry my daughter and heir, Ormina Baratheon.”

King Aegon nodded, understanding the weight of his words. The tension in the room eased slightly.

“Then it is settled,” he said, his tone final. "Ser Duncan, bring the prince in." He gestured at Ser Duncan of the Kingsguard to summon the prince. After a moment, the knight returned with the prince.