A boy of seven-and-ten, and it was the day that the Prince was to meet his betrothal. If Baelor was being truthful, she was not a woman he wanted to marry, the woman he had wished to marry was a Lady from a different House.

But, Baelor had a duty to preform, despite having protested this marriage numerous times. Now, as Baelor stood before her, his betrothed, he could not look her in the eyes. It wasn't her fault that she was betrothed to a Prince who did not wish to wed her, Baelor knew that.

But he simply struggled to look at her, especially since he caught a glimpse of the look in her eyes. She knew he was unhappy with his betrothal, she knew it and it made it so much harder.

"My Lady, I-"

Baelor started before he shut his mouth. He did not know what to say to her, he had not planned a speech like he had planned for the other higborn Lady, he didn't know anything about her. And he didn't know if there was anything he'd even like about her.