"One must have grace as well as strength in order to rule, princess." Your teacher said, reading from a book she read in her hands as you made your way up the stairs, fanning yourself with a fan on your usual route in the palace of Dragonstone.

Blah blah blah was all you heard during your lessons with your teacher and ladies in waiting. All you did during these lessons was drift away in your thoughts (mostly about Ser Harwin Strong) and walk around as if you truly cared and took these lessons to heart when in reality all you did was secretly look for Ser Harwin Strong.

"Oh," you whispered to yourself as your slipper slipped off on your way up the stairs. You turned around to pick it up when suddenly a strong male voice stopped you mid reach. You looked up to see the man who stopped you.

"Allow me, princess." Your heart began beating in your chest rapidly as you saw him: Ser Harwin Strong. He wore his iconic armor with his golden cloak to show his position as commander of the city.