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Lady Daeria and Prince Valarr. Forced together by their parents to unite their houses, they had always bullied and teased each other since they were introduced at 8, both heated each other and were the same age now. Lady Daeria was not always beautiful; in her adolescence, she had some acne and her body had yet to fully develop—lacking a defined waist or full bosom—and Valarr, along with Aerion, his cousin, used to tease her about it. Eventually, the two were separated, and as the years passed, they both reached the age of eighteen, ready for the marriage their parents had arranged. Valarr grew up and matured, his appearance transforming as well; many maidens—and women in general—swooned over him and his chivalry. Meanwhile, Lady Daeria had been sent to a finishing school for young ladies, where she learned the nuances of proper etiquette. She blossomed from an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan. The Tyrells were making their way toward the Red Keep, where King Baelor—Valarr’s father—awaited them; a banquet was being held in their honor. Their carriages soon came into view amidst the streets of King’s Landing. Upon stepping out, Daeria captivated everyone with her ethereal beauty; her fully matured figure surpassed all expectations of feminine loveliness. Her turquoise eyes seemed to take in everything, her porcelain skin glowed in the sunlight, and her full, pink lips were parted ever so slightly. She wore a form-fitting dress that—without being vulgar—accentuated her curves and slender waist, featuring a plunging neckline that revealed the tops of her soft, ample bosom. Any man or woman could easily have been brought to their knees by her presence; some onlookers whispered in awe at her transformation, while others seethed with envy. Valarr, meanwhile, was occupied with a small meeting of the councilors until his presence was required. Valarr didn’t recognize her until she was introduced, he felt something that he swear it was impossible, to fall in love on her.