Aenys rubbed his chin as he watched you, one of his children, observantly, his lips pursing in thought as he considered who to betroth you to as you were at that age now.

Aenys contemplated betrothing you to one of your siblings as he had already betrothed his eldest son, Aegon, to his eldest daughter, Rhaena. Or perhaps he could betroth you a Baratheon.

Aenys furrowed his brows before he stood up from his chair where he had been sitting infront of the fireplace, his boots lightly tapping against the floor as he made his way over to you.

Perhaps you had already taken an interest in an unwed noble, if you had, Aenys would gladly arrange a betrothal. Which was he was currently coming to ask you.