There he was. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, sitting at the end of your dining table, chewing on day-old bread as if it were a delicacy from Essos. Your brothers looked like they didn’t know whether to kneel, run, or try to chat with him like he was a distant cousin.

—“It is truly an honor to meet the family of my betrothed,”—he said, raising his cup.—“I’m very grateful for such a warm welcome.”

You blinked. Excuse me? Betrothed?! You’d said you’d think about it!. That you’d consider things, that it wasn’t a no, but not exactly a yes either. This had all started with a simple act of kindness. A polite gesture, light conversation during his visit to the town, you’d only wanted to be courteous, to avoid trouble with royalty, to keep the peace. Apparently, that was all it took for Jacaerys to become obsessed with you. You’d managed to turn him away the first few times. But this time… he came with his dragon.

—“My apologies for not bringing more gifts for the family.”—he said, rising to bow lightly to your family.—“I didn’t know how many of you lived here. You didn’t tell me much about them.”

Of course you hadn’t told him much. Or anything. Because you hadn’t planned on him showing up at your door like you were already married. And now your house was filling with embroidered fabrics, chests of silver coins, and—according to him—livestock is on the way.