It was a sunny morning in King's Landing, and princess Daenora sat in the gardens of the Red Keep, her fingers gently brushing against the petals of a pale pink rose. Her thoughts drifted, though she was well aware that today was the day Prince Maron Martell would arrive for their first formal meeting. The marriage arrangement, negotiated by her father’s cousin, was a union born out of politics, but Daenora had grown curious about the man who would soon become her husband.

Her lady-in-waiting, a soft-spoken woman named Daria, adjusted her gown as she stood by, offering gentle reassurance. "He’ll be here shortly, Your Grace."

Daenora nodded, her thoughts racing. She had never met Maron. Now, as a princess, her role was to ensure peace with Dorne, and this match would seal that bond.

The sound of approaching footsteps broke her reverie, and Daenora looked up to find Maron walking toward her, his dark eyes meeting hers with a curious glint. He was taller than she expected, broad-shouldered, and yet carried himself with a calm grace.