The Rogue Prince has lost his wife in a terrible accident which leaves him the option to remarry.
Lady Anastasia Tully is a kind girl from the Riverlands thrown into the mess of the dragon family - a mess she is trying so hard to avoid yet it seems...
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This was the moment Anastasia Tully needed to present herself as a strong woman, with her head held high. She had to conceal the trembling in her hands and suppress the urge to vomit at the thought of marrying the Rogue Prince—if he chose her.
Anastasia hadn't set foot in the Red Keep since Queen Aemma's last pregnancy, which had only lasted a few months before ending in another miscarriage.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her mother gently take her father's hand. It gave Anastasia a small sense of comfort knowing her parents were there with her—she couldn't face this alone.
Her sister stayed at Riverrun and Anastasia was glad. This was too much for a girl of only ten.
King Viserys is sitting on the Iron Throne watching all the ladies that came forward to offer their own hand for the Prince. Next to Viserys, was his wife and Queen — Aemma.
Prince Daemon Targaryen stood in a corner with his younger brother Prince Aegon Targaryen and their niece Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.
"I thank you all for coming in this joyous morning to join my brother Daemon in his quest to find a new wife for himself." Viserys half smiles. "The Vale suffered a great grief with the loss of Lady Rhea Royce, who will always be remembered at the realm."
A little scoff is heard, not a lot of people catch it but Anastasia Tully does. She turns to watch Daemon hiding a grin, his brother doing the same and the Princess rolling his eyes at her two uncles.
"Brother," Viserys looks at Daemon like it is life or death. "Please, come forward to the many ladies here today and choose carefully."
Daemon does as he is told. He stands in front of the many ladies, holding the famous sword called Dark Sister on his waist. He looks at Ser Harrold Westerling and gives him a quick nod.
The Prince stands in front of the first girl on the line. He takes a good look at her as Ser Harrold spoke;
"Gregoria from House Greyjoy, daughter of Lord Mundric Greyjoy — the third son."
Prince Daemon is quiet and Anastasia doesn't like this.
A second passes and the Prince finally speaks. "Next."
The girl quickly left and the other came forward.
"Euphemia from House Massey, daughter of Lord Alaric Massey."
"Next."
"Honora from House Bar Emmon, daughter of Lord Torsten Bar Emmon — the second son."
