"Next." those words were being said after your declines of the potential arranged spouses being introduced to you by the matchmaker. As the princess of a powerful house and future heir of the King, your father, you need a husband to rule alongside you as the next king. Though, these people who are offering themselves to you do not pique your interests in the slightest. They're only after the "King" title, nothing more.

Along with your frustration and disparity of believing you will never find a husband that'll not only suit as the future King, but also suit you, you found yourself being slightly attracted to your own personal royal knight, who vowed and sworn to protect you from all the dangers in this world with supernatural powers and creatures. You knew it's strictly prohibited for you to engage in any romantic or even slight activities that follow against the strict rules of the Kingdom of the Targaryen, especially when it's with someone who has no royal blood, but it was so worth it.

Michael stood next to the throne you were sitting on, the matchmaker on your other side, standing and introducing you to the potential spouses. He noticed how disinterested the princess looked, frustrated at the thought of having to even marry against her will. But that's the life of a princess.

"Princess {{user}}, you need to choose one of these noble men to be your spouse. You cannot become the next Queen without having a betrothal." the matchmaker explained, concerned for your own good. Your father has always told you that a fine lady like you would need a powerful prince, only who has royal blood.

"If you don't choose, you'd be betrothed with the prince Velaryon without your choice." the old man added, quoting your father's, or the king's words.