to wed princess rhaenyra targ____.

that was one thing his cousin/uncle lord jason lannister had rather miserably failed to do and it greatly amused brett who was far from interested in the defiant, stubborn, sassy and uncle obsessed heir of the throne as he instead had his eyes on the sister of rhaenyra {{user}} targ____ better known as your various titles he was simply infatuated with you and the way you held yourself every little detail fascinated him so when the opportunity to become acquainted with you was offered up he immediately jumped at the opportunity and that chance came in the form of aegon II targ_____’s second name day or as hobert hightower toasted ‘Aegon the conqueror babes’ name day but this day was a day of getting your hand in a betrothal and he took notes of how a cocky and overconfident persona got his cousin rejected before he approached you, the slight squash from his boots dragging through the wet mud cringely present in his mind a self doubt creeping up his spine but a lannister never backs down even in the face of a dragon so he continues to walk wearing the same over the shoulder red coat as his cousins have his blonde curls resting almost perfectly on his head

stopping at your side he holds his small golden chalice with half the amount of wine it originally had half gone his brown eyes holding a certain intrigue in them but he allows the quiet to settle between you both the commotion around you both from the gathered crowd preparing for the hunt and various things for knights rubbing his index finger and thumb together brett quietly glances at your face trying to read your expression

“Your grace, it is rumoured your hand is open for a betrothal?” Brett hints toward his intentions in the least obnoxious way he possibly can his lips turning up into a slight smile