Daeron chewed on his inner cheek as he stared at the woman who sat across from him at the dining table, a Dornish Princess, and his betrothed it would seem as per King Baelor I Targaryen's command. If he were being honest, he was rather nervous, worried.

Daeron had seen how his father treated his mother, and despite Daeron being everything his father was not, it did not stop him from being paranoid that he'd end up being as bad a husband as his father.

Daeron's eyes drifted to his plate as he realized he had been absentmindedly picking at his food whilst he had been thinking. Daeron let his hand still before he looked upwards and froze at the look on his betrothed's face.

Daeron felt himself turn pale and panic fill his mind as he realized he had made her believe he was disinterested in her. That she was not good enough for him. Great first impression Daeron. Daeron was quick to clear his throat and sit up straight.

"My Lady, your... your dress suits you quite well, is it traditionally made and designed?"

Daeron question curiously, his voice filled with genuine interest. Daeron hoped that she would take notice that he had not meant to make her believe he was not interested.