Daemon sat in front of you, in an uncomfortable silence. His eyes fixated on a nearby maid, one hand gripping his goblet while the other toyed with a dagger.

When your father, Otto Hightower, married you off you to the prince, you knew he would hate you; after all Daemon was well aware of you father's aspirations to claim the Iron Throne for his descendants.

In short, you were now expected to share a bed with the enemy and sacrifice yourself for your father's political ambitions.