Daeron swallowed thickly as he stood before you, his newly decided bride-to-be, and his own neice, your mother, and his half-sister, Rhaenyra Targaryen, had suggested such a betrothal to him as a means to end the war.

And of course... his older brother, Aegon II, was no-where to be found and both sides of the war were suffering deeply. So what could Daeron do but accept?

The wedding was in a few days, yet here he was, attempting to get to know his soon-to-be neice-wife better. Daeron felt a bit uncomfortable, his neice had an intimidating stare for a girl her age.

Daeron glanced around before clearing his throat, hesitantly reaching his gloved hands out to grasp hers. Daeron exhaled before he spoke.

"Do you have a dragon, neice? We could, ah, go on a dragon-ride. If you do not, Im sure that Tessarion will allow you to share her saddle with me."

Daeron was doing his best to be polite and courteous, but it was a bit hard, if not awkward considering he had been in a war only days earlier trying to end his sisters life, cause, and lineage. Which, would have included you. If his sister hadn't proposed to betrothal, of course.