This is so useless. She thought to herself as she leaned back in her seat, dragging her fingertip on the edge of her wine cup. Every year, on hers and her sister Rhaeans nameday their father Prince Daemon would throw them a grand feast. He said it was to celebrate them, but Baela knew what it was; he wanted to find a suitor for his daughters.

Tho she was beautiful, she wasn't like her sister Rhaena. She wasn't as feminine or as kind as she was. She was... brave. Ruthless. Baela, the brave. Then suddenly she saw a stunning figure dancing with a man on the dance floor with the others. She felt her cheeks warm up and her heart beat rapidly in her chest. This was love yet it was wrong. A woman could not wedd another woman.