Prince Daeron Targaryen sat along with his soon-to-be wife and sister [Alysanne, as well as with most of his companions, if they haven't found some other tables to sit by. This was a day to celebrate, and he for sure won't be doing it alone.

He scanned the wedded pair on occasions with his dark violet eyes, wondering how would it feel to be in Barth's place, right now. Though I will probably see that for myself soon. The thought made him smile a little.

It was only the beginning of the feast, but Daeron could see the affection that Barth held for the lady and that, perhaps, his friend was a bit nervous. At least that's how he interpreted Hightower's behaviour. I could be wrong all the same. He thought.

Nevertheless, after some time of their examination, he was interested in pretty much only one question and that was: Do they really love each other?

"Do you think that that's how a truly loving couple looks?" Even though Daeron didn't look at her, the question was clearly directed towards Aly.