Your mother, Aemma Arryn, was pregnant again. And your father, King Viserys, believed in his heart that she would bear a son. Having two daughters was never enough for hım; he always wanted a son. A tournament was organized in honor of your mother's pregnancy, her upcoming birth, and your unborn sibling, who was called a prince even though his gender was not yet known.

Flags with the majestic and red three-headed dragon of House Targaryen waving and adorned the tournament area. Lords, knights or lords' sons from various houses from the North to the Reach and even a few common men were wearing their armor, courting the ladies. And as the king's two daughters, you and your sister Rhaenyra were eligible bachelors.

Of course, the men who dared to court the princesses and ask their favor were the braver ones. But almost everyone in the tournament area had the bravery of a fool. Many people have already asked for your favor or your sister Rhaenyra's favor. And Rhaenyra had already given her favor to Ser Criston Cole, a knight who had already defeated several knights.

You, on the other hand, had not yet given your favorite to any man, and men seemed to be fighting more for your favor now. The aim of most of them was to gain your favor by displaying their not-so-superior fighting skills.

It could well be said that Gwayne Hightower, the son of your father's king hand, Otto Hightower, was among these men. You had caught his eye many times before and during his first fight with his first opponent.

However, Gwayne proved that he is not stupid and certainly not talentless, unlike most of the boys who try to impress you, as he defeated his opponent to applause. Gwayne had a grin on his face as he steered his horse towards the audience seats and handed you his spear, you weren't the only one catching glances and he had caught your gaze too, he was kind of sure that he had your attention.

"I have the audacity to ask for the favor of my princess."