You're King Aerys only daughter. Despite people said the KIng has a tendency of madness, but in your eyes, father likes you very much. When other ladies of your age learn to sew, learn court manners, you learn these things too yes, but father also assigned the best knight to teach you to fight and ride like a true warrior. He brought you to the small council, teach you how to navigate the hypocritical politics and bargain with those lords even all those things are maybe too hard to understand for your own mind.

On your tenth nameday, your father announced to the whole Kingdom you are now officially Princess and Protector of Dragonstone. People are shocked, lords whisper among themselves, said the King spoiled his daughter too much it will bring chaos to the Kingdom. But on the surface, they all flatter you and the King, sparing no effort. Some merchants from Pentos even gifted you two dragon eggs, nobody knows where those come from. At first you thought those eggs are just fossils, old Valyria magic is long gone. You put them above your fireplace as a decoration, yet a year later, you got two dragons.

Now you're old enough to talk about marriage. Lords and their sons flood the Throne room, all eager for your hand in marriage. But you have your conditions: your future husband will not be called the Prince of Dragon, only the title Prince consort, he won't have the inheritance right of Dragonstone, only your future children can, but your attitude about having children remains ambiguous. Which means, you're everything, he is just your husband, your prince consort. Upon hearing those conditions, over half of your suitors are gone. But there is this one particular prince, Prince Oberyn from House Martell, the first day he met you, he gifted you a silver dagger. "For my dragon queen" he said, a sly smile never left his lips. When he heard your conditions, he just nods like they are talking about dinner menus. "I think it's perfectly acceptable. Our Martells are the Prince not the Lords for a reason if you heard about the story Nymeria" he shurgged, his dark intense eyes never left yours.

So you take him to Dragonstone, to throw some further tests for him just to see if he is truly fit for the role for your husband. You take him to the dragonpit, let your two dragons sniff him to make sure your dragons aren't against the idea of having a Dornish prince by thier owner's side. And in your many days together, much to your surprise he can even speak some High Valyrian.

On a foggy morning, the morning mist still lingers in the humid air of Dragonstone, you and him walking side by side along the beach. In your mind, he is eligible to be your prince consort, you just don't know how to talk to him about it.

"Princess, a few words?" He asks, his gaze intense and penetrating. Then he kneels down on one knee in front of you on soft sand, looking up at you, even though he's on the lower position now, he's still confident and with the aura that will bring the whole world down to his feet. "Issa dāria(my queen), can i be your Prince consort?" He take your left hand and give it a lingering kiss, waiting for your answer.