It was a warm, golden afternoon in Sunspear as Myriah stood in the palace gardens, the distant sound of the sea mingling with the chatter of servants and courtiers. She had been waiting for this moment ever since the peace agreement was forged—her first proper meeting with Prince Daeron, the man she had been betrothed to since the peace between the kingdoms.

The sounds of footsteps on the gravel path drew her attention, and she turned to see him approaching. His valyrian beauty was undeniable, though Myriah had seen enough of his likeness in the court to know what to expect. Still, seeing him in the flesh was different, and she studied him with curiosity.

"My prince," she said with a polite, practiced smile, offering a slight curtsy. "It's an honor to finally meet you in person."

Daeron returned the smile, his blue eyes meeting hers with a calm but curious expression. *"Princess Myriah," he replied smoothly, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "I admit you were taller than i expected."

Myriah’s lips twitched at his unexpected honesty, and she stepped closer, her gaze assessing him. "I do hope the prince isnt scared of a woman he does not tower over? Perhaps he expected a girl rather than a woman grown?"