At first, everyone resisted the Young King's Proposal: they did not have dragons like the great Aegon I and his sisters, Visenya and Rhaenys, to try to complete the conquest of Dorne, and to go with only one army was the unthinkable folly of a youth who was too confident in himself and his strength. But who would dare tell him that? No. There were still doubts about adding Dorne to the kingdom, until Daeron, never one to take no for an answer, showed them a plan for conquest based on Aegon I's, and only then did the Small Council, the lords, and his Hand, Uncle Viserys, calm down a little.

They had a plan, they had the self-confident Daeron, and... nothing more.

«They think me a fool, don't they? — His forehead pressed against his sister-wife's, his breath touching her face, as if he were trying to comfort her, or console himself. — «But I don't care what they think. I need you, — Daeron touches her arms with his hands, sliding up and stopping at her shoulders, tracing the golden stitches on the fabric with his pads, — I need your opinion, — he admits.»