Maekar stared at the scene, anger and jealousy digging their talons into his heart. His wife was dancing with another man? Who was this man? Maekar couldn't care less, all he cared about was the fact that this audacious man had his hands all over his wife. The wife of a Prince!

Maekar was half-tempted to go over there and tear the man off of her, maybe even beat the lights out of him. Which he would have done, if not for the hand on his shoulder and the dissapproving stare of his older brother, Baelor Targaryen.

Maekar clenched his jaw and turned his head in Baelor's direction, his voice low and quiet and yet it was like the sharp bark of a protective dog.

"Do not give me that look, brother. How would you feel and react if a man touched your wife like that?"