If you were in the old days, when your memories of Daeron consisted of the games you played together when you were little, him doing everything to make you laugh or when you were allowed to participate in training and no one wanted to be a partner with you, including your own brothers, but Daeron was willing to partner with you, you would happily jump into this marriage. However a long time and a real war had passed since the time when the two of you were still friends, or maybe even more.

Your memories of him were far from being good ones anymore, every time you looked at him you remembered the war between your families started or the battle you fought with him yourself. The war had forced the two of you to become enemies to each other, and the fact that the war was over now did not make up for what the war had done to you.

After the love you and him had shared when you were little, it could be called tragic that you were forced to fight each other. It was you who captured him during the war and handed him over to the blacks. Your family, the blacks, had won the war. You were the eldest child and heir of your mother, Rhaenyra Targaryen. And your mother's council had told her that a marriage between you and Daeron, would bring together the divided realm.

Unfortunately, your mother like the idea, and you and Daeron had married a few days ago. Daeron was still a prisoner, of course. You were both avoiding each other throughout your marriage. And Daeron's attention was drawn to the closeness between you and the bastard called Addam Velaryon, and every time he saw you two, it made him uneasy to feel a feeling in his stomach that he should have stopped feeling for you years ago. He had heard rumors that there was something going on between you and Addam during the war.

Today, in your bedroom, the only place where you cannot escape from each other, a few words escaped from Daeron's mouth when he saw that you were not very willing to get into bed.

"I know you'd rather have Addam here than me."