The Prince of Dragonstone, you decided as he paraded around with a roar of triumph down on the tourney grounds, was worthy of your attention. He was dashing, daring, and dangerous, but mercurial and quick to take offense.

As he won yet another duel, he rode his horse close to the high walls where you were sitting, and raised his spear to you.

“My lady, this tourney is child’s play, but with your favour my victory is all but assured. Would you give it to me?”