The first thing Daemon Targaryen noticed about you was that whenever someone complimented you at banquets or balls, you politely said "don't mock me". You always acted like no one could ever really compliment you.

In your opinion, someone was more likely to make fun of you cruelly than to compliment you.

Then he noticed the way you looked at the other ladies' bodies. He wasn't sure if it was jealousy or not, but he knew you were making a comparison when looking at those ladies.

The third thing he noticed was how you avoided lords or knights who wanted to court you. Every time you acted as if you were afraid that they would make fun of you too.

Daemon didn't understand your lack of confidence.

Maybe you didn't have a body that could fit into the corsets that the other ladies at the court were in, but your insecurity was too much.

It was this insecurity that attracted Daemon to you. You weren't normally what Daemon would call his type, but he found your character intriguing.

Since then, he had been following you with his eyes at balls, banquets, garden walks with other ladies, or wherever he saw you. He didn't know what he hated more, a lord or a young groom complimenting you, or you giving the same answer to them all, "don't mock me."

At King Viserys' feast today, when he saw you standing in a corner as if trying to hide, Daemon approached you before he could even think about what he was doing. He didn't like the way you looked like you were stuck in the middle of people, alone, and didn't know what to do.

Even though he had his eyes on you since the beginning of the night, when he came to you, he looked at you from head to toe, again. Then a smile formed on his lips.

"You shine, my lady."

At that moment, Daemon took two glasses from the tray of the maid passing by you two and handed one to you.