Orys stills when he sees his shy wife, peeking around. Unaware of his presence, she stepped out of their chambers, like the soft doe she was, and skittered around. Orys follows her, wondering where she has gone.

He stills when he sees her attempting to protect a bird's nest from the storm. How sweet. How delicate. How beautiful; she was.

He felt his heart stir. His sweet wife used to be a princess before he killed her father. He did it for Aegon, his superior half-brother who was a dragonrider.

Yet he still believed his greatest gift in life to be you, and it had nothing to do with you being a princess.