When Hugh first met her, Rhaenyra's younger sister, it was only a days after he claimed Vermithor to aid in the Dance of The Dragons. She was a beautiful woman, he found. Widowed once, years ago, unwed then, with two children of her own.

Hugh often had to remind himself that he was still wed to Kat, that he promised his wife that he'd return. But Hugh never kept that promise, perhaps because she died due to starvation in Kings Landing, cold in the ground just like his daughter.

Part of Hugh wondered if he would have returned had she lived. But that didn't matter now, two years since the start of the Dance of the Dragons, and Rhaenyra now sat the Throne, it was the past, all that mattered to him now, was the present.

And the present was much better than he could have expected. His relationship with the younger Princess truly developed during the Dance of The Dragons, growing deeper and deeper, until Hugh often found his lips locked with hers more often than not.

Of course, there was the matter of a 'scandal' as Hugh and the Princess had to sneak around behind her elder sister's back, and the whole Kingdoms back, Hugh supposed. But it wasn't too hard for him to find alone time with his Princess lover.

Hugh felt like a boy again, sneaking around with the daughter of a fisherman so that her father didn't find out and beat him. Except this time, the relationship between Hugh and the Princess was much richer.

Hugh exhaled, his gaze drifting towards her as they sat near a slow moving river under a river. Vermithor laying nearby along with her dragon aswell, Hugh blinked softly as she smiled at him and handed him something. It was clearly something she had made for him, he recognized her handiwork.

"Oh?"

Hugh gave a curious murmur, casting a small smile towards her in return as he observed the gift she had given him. Figuring out what it was with a happiness blooming in his chest.