When Tommen received news of your betrothal to him, he thanked the Seven every night by his bed, for making his childhood crush his betrothed.

He couldn’t wait until tomorrow, when he finally got to meet you again. He had never spoken to you, but always admired you from afar as you played and chatted with his sister, Myrcella.

And tomorrow came, and as his uncle instructed him to give you flowers, he waited in the gardens for your arrival.