At the end of the hall stood a raised platform, where two figures sat upon thrones on the dais, behind which a giant white direwolf banner sat on one side and the crowned stag of House Baratheon on the other. As her party approached, Cerenna finally made out the details. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the man sitting on the carved stone throne. Long, curly hair, comely, clean-shaven face, soft lips, and mesmerising purple eyes belonging to a tall, muscular man with a bronze crown upon his brow. Her heart started beating faster, and for a moment, she imagined herself in the strong arms of the man on the throne.