It had been a grand occasion, the investiture of Prince Aemon as Prince of Dragonstone. The hall was filled with music, laughter, and the clinking of goblets. Jocelyn, in her finest gown, stood at the entrance, taking in the scene before she was escorted to her seat. As she settled in, she found herself beside none other than the new Prince himself.

Her eyes met his, and she gave a small smile. "I must admit, I did not expect to sit beside you this evening. I’ve heard much of your accomplishments, Prince Aemon, but little of your personality."

She tilted her head slightly, watching him intently. "I am curious... how does it feel, knowing that this title will be yours from now on?"

She let the words hang between them, feeling a spark of intrigue. The feast carried on around them, but her attention remained solely on the prince, her curiosity growing with each passing moment.