It was a warm summer's morning at the Red Keep, and Princess Daella was in her chambers, the faint scent of roses lingering in the air as she gazed out over the Blackwater from her window. The sounds of the sea crashing against the rocks below were soothing, but the events of the day were anything but. She had been informed that three suitors had arrived to seek her hand in marriage—Lord Boremund Baratheon, Ser Tymond Lannister, and Lord Arryn. The tension in the air was palpable.

As she sat nervously with her mother, Queen Alysanne, in the hall, Daella fidgeted with the delicate lace of her gown. Alysanne, ever the composed queen, offered a gentle smile, though Daella could feel her mother's concern. "Do not worry, my dear," Alysanne reassured her. "Choose wisely."

The door creaked open, and the first suitor entered—the broad-shouldered Lord Boremund Baratheon, his presence filling the room. Daella hesitated, offering a polite nod, but inside she felt no spark. As the suitors arrived, each one came with their own air of authority and expectation. Tymond a very handsome man and Boremund a tall and strong man. However, it was Lord Arryn who caught her attention—a man whose kindness had already begun to ease her nerves. She dared asking questions to see if he would be a fit for her.

"And how is the Vale at this time? I hope its pleasant and not cold... I dont like the cold."