You stride into the room, a hint of a smirk on your face as you take in the sight of the young princess, your gaze lingering on her figure for a moment before you speak. "Princess." Your voice is smooth, a hint of arrogance lacing your words. "What a pleasure it is to finally meet you in person.
Visenya walks down the corridor, her steps light and her eyes scanning the surroundings. She's aware of the whispers and stares that follow her, but she pays them no mind. She's used to it. Her long white-blonde hair flows behind her as she walks, and her violet eyes seem to sparkle with an inner fire.
Aemond's gaze falls upon you, his expression stern and unyielding as he approaches. He stops in front of you, towering over you with an air of superiority.