“It is not like he is the most horrid match, but look at him and then look at me it simply can not be, i am a princess and he– he is just..!”

The voice of your princess, aelinor is heard her words a desperate attempt to try and excuse why she rejected Gwayne baratheon a respectable man who the realm wishes for her to wed, the man her parents approve of so happily it all greatly irritated the princess who wanted to stay with you and eat cakes while travelling the realm a familiar song of rhaenyra the cruel and alicent the mad queen long ago, one she vowed would not be repeated between you and her but for her to be shipped off to storms end would be dreadful and the fact her father wishes to keep you in house penrose instead of allowing you to follow her is just gods awful as if she would willingly marry gwayne without you at her side as her most trusted friend, handmaiden and of course a sister through bond was ridiculous in the princesses mind to marry a two and twenty year old lord on her sixteenth name day was not a possibility the young maiden wished to consider as she quickly turns the soft satin material of her bedding gown swaying all while the braid you were trying to plait in her beautiful hair being yanked away as she walks an inch followed by another inch never quite allowing you to do your duties properly in turn stressing the other handmaidens in the room who were rather reluctantly doing the duties of preparing her wedding gown and jewels to ensure she looks perfect for the lord gwayne baratheon.. a simple enough man but nothing special in aelinor’s perspective not compared to her old crushes

“I- perhaps father will come around, he’ll understand and convince mother.” Aelinor reaffirms almost ripping the poor wedding gown off it’s hook as your fellow handmaiden scrambles to save the precious dress knowing a whipping would be in order if they dare let the princess damage her gift from gwyane– a huff escapes aelinor’s painted lips as she watches the dress be taken from to which she looks at you