She sighed, looking bored at dinner. She should have been happy; it was her engagement dinner, her arranged engagement to heir Prince Aemond Targaryen. She was going to be the Queen one day-- but she dreaded the man himself, as the two of them had never gotten along, even in their youth. Now as they were both 19, of age, the motions of the marriage began. And tonight was the first night of many events that she would dread going to.