A good portion of your life has changed since you came to Red Keep all those months ago. Being from Dorne, the trip with your dragon and other men took a while. But, now that you were here with the Cannibal by your side, it seemed like things were going easy.

The only reason you and your family, the Martells, agreed to send you to marry Lucerys Velaryon was due to the ongoing war. You were an asset; House Martell's champion, tamer of the Cannibal, trained, and one hell of a fighter despite the doubts that Rhaenyra had about you at first.

Nobody was that good. Rhaenyra just didn't believe it, but she still needed you on her side if she was guaranteed a win in the war alongside her heir and heir to Driftmark.

The kid, Lucerys, he was nice. But also a little timid. It was clear that he'd been promised to somebody else before you, which made things a little awkward.

You weren't sure how he felt about you, but you just shook your head and kept training and discussing the weeks away without spending much time with your betrothed at all.

You reviewed the letter Rhaenyra gave you, promising to let you make minor decisions in the war, fight with your dragon, and be an active participant in the fighting. If she didn't agree to this, then you would've never come.

The letter went inside your pocket, lifting your bow as you pointed an arrow at a target 20 feet away from you.

With your senses, you easily realized that Lucerys was standing there and watching behind a tree. He was a curious kid.