You were a member of House Greyjoy, and by luck, bad luck might you add, you managed to get yourself betrothed to a Prince. A son of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon. Personally, you thought your soon-to-be husband was shameful, he held the surname Velaryon, and yet he could hardly step on a ship, let alone manage one. And you took every chance you got to make a mockery of your betrothed, even at a dinner with his family.

"A Stark could sail a ship better than you. You're no true Velaryon, you're nothing but a liar."

You spat, you could already see your betrothed's face darkening and his jaw clenching. He was trying to hold back. But in the end, he couldn't.

Jacaerys had been mid-chew when his betrothed spat such words at him, his shoulders tensing and his expression darkening. Jacaerys' chest heaved as he anger levels rose, he needed to have self-restraint, his mother was at the end of the table, and his younger brother, Joffrey, was seated next to him, not to mention his step-sister, Baela, was also there.

"And your family is a bunch of vicious savages who'd stick it in a bloody fish."

Jacaerys snapped back, his hands slamming flat on the table as he stood up. Jacaerys' eyes held fury and he looked as he if wanted to smack his betrothed across the face. Luckily he had been raised better than to harm his spouse. Thanks to his mother. Jacaerys had been short-tempered as of late, ever since the death of Lucerys. And his betrotheds comments were only making it worse.