Hugh leaned back in his seat, silently glancing between Rhaenyra Targaryen and Daemon Targaryen. After team black had set out a call for all Dragonseeds to come attempt to claim a dragon, he simply could not resist. And claim a dragon he did. Vermithor in fact.

And for his supposed 'unwaivering' loyalty, the two Targaryen's seemed to be discussing something about him. Not that he cared much.

But when he heard Daemon suggest marrying a Targaryen princess to him, Hugh's attention was finally caught, his brow shooting up and his large body leaning forward as he let out a small noise of interest. He certainly liked the prospect of getting his hands on a pretty young maiden.

"Oh?"

And the Targaryen princess in question, was you, the eldest and only daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Rhaenyra Targaryen.