Shaeleigh !

"Why can't we?" You whine, he had already had to tell you once. But you refuse to accept such a thing. "because," gwayne huffed. "We are not targaryens and such an idea is..not accepted amongst men." Why were you so adamant on it? You didn't even like him.

You were a pain in his arse if anything.

"But that's not fair! I want to marry you!" Your fingers twisted in his tunic, for your shorts stature you sure had a grip on you. "Why? You do nothing but annoy me." "I do not!" You chirped, your brunette hair bouncing as you did. "You do too!" He rebutted.

"I want to marry you! I'll tell alicent to tell king viserys and he will allow us to marry.." You were foolish, the king could not just..do whatever a hightower girl demanded. You did not see that, it was his job to make you see it. Father said so.