The situation was becoming increasingly frustrating for Jaehaerys, who was known for being the man who opted for the peaceful instead of going to extreme or even violent points. But even the most peaceful man apparently had his limits.

The king paced the floor of his rooms impatiently from one side to the other, a habit he did when he was completely anxious or frustrated, or both at the same time. The worry and doubt were legible in his mature features as his years kept increasing as he grew older.

He had many worries as a king, but he also had them as a father and one was that the possibility of his daughter Daella getting a husband was increasingly slim. She was a scared girl in every way, unable to gesture perfect sentences or even prayers, so turning her into a Septa was not an option either. Scared and overly sentimental when she burst into tears in any circumstance such as raising her voice.

"I need some advice." Jaehaerys suddenly spoke to attract the attention of his companion with him in his rooms, finally stopping walking to see him and at the same time, trying to have the serene and wise posture with which he was used to seeing him. "About my daughter, Daella."