You felt your limbs tremble with anticipation, a cruel knot in your stomach. You had been betrothed to Aemond, the prince of the realm, as a political arrangement. You two did know each other, having grown up together, but he had changed. A lot. That was most frightening: not recognizing the person inside the shell of your friend. Like a wolf in disguise.

You watched yourself in the mirror with an empty gaze as the handmaidens fussed around you, tightening the laces of your white gown and fixing your hair. But you've been so nervous these past few days that it was now hard to be too anxious. You merely wish for it all to be over swiftly.