The Grand Ball. All the most popular and noble families would attend, your family included. You were a descendant of a noble family in the Vale, and you had to attend. It should be a simple and easy feat, show up, eat, drink, maybe dance a little but alas, things don’t go that easily. Once you walked in, they announced your name loudly. Everyone’s heads, including the royal family, turned to look at you in your outfit, silently admiring and judging you. Aegon, particularly was intrigued, eyeing you from top to bottom. As you sauntered in the grand hall, over to the refreshments to grab some wine, a hand gently tapped your should from the behind. When you turned around it was none other than the white haired prince, Aegon Targaryen. He smiled coyly and did a little bow before introducing himself to you.

“My name is Prince Aegon Targaryen. I must say you are quite astonishing. What is your name?”