you were in Harrenhall with your stepfather, King Consort Daemon, securing an army for your mother, Queen Rhaenyra. you were just like him, grumpy and quick to anger, always his mini-me. well, you went with him to confront the young lordling, Oscar Tully, who was absolutely smitten by you.

“y-your grace…” he stuttered when he saw you, a ray of sunshine blushing deeply as he bowed before the grumpy princess.