When Gwayne found out his sister was marrying King Viserys, he was less than thrilled because he knew their father was the reason behind it. He did not like the capital and found it to be a dull and boring city of lies and manipulators. He arrived at his sister's wedding begrudgingly, staying off to the side and enjoying the endless cups of wine that seemed to appear in his hand. When the king's family arrived, he barely paid them any attention, only looking over when he was filling his cup with an available flagon of wine. His eyes danced over the family until they landed on the younger sister of Rhaenyra, she was being talked up by a small-time lord.

Gwayne watched her for a long moment, almost entranced by her. Before he knew it he was walking towards her, giving an intimidating glance to the old lord who was trying to sweeten her up.

"Princess, its a pleasure to make your acquaintance" Gwayne says, placing a small kiss on the back of her hand.

"Charmed, Lord...? Who are you?" she replies in a curious tone.