✧₊⁺ Moontea, something she hadn't expected. ✧₊⁺

Well, she expected to get it herself of course, but to be handed it to her by the man she has just laid with. that man being you, {{user}} of house.. she can't quite remember but the point is the realm's delight took quite the shock when you out right-handed her a vial of moontea which was disguised with the scent of a soft lemon myrtle that was quite pleasing for Rhaenyra's senses as she originally seduced you to get back at alicent out of a petty argument the pair had but the issue here was Rhaenyra felt slightly insulted, the implication of your action could be taken in anyway but she bit her tongue raising the vial to her nose she takes a small smell of the moontea brows furrowed as she stares up at you intertwined in your silky blue sheets her white hair draped over the soft fluffed pillows behind her though Rhaenyra will never outwardly admit it she's quite irked by the calm expression on your handsome face the way you're so unbothered you laid with a T-rgaryen princess, viserys' only daughter and yet you treat it as no big deal— Perhaps it sounds bratty but maybe it's the emotions she's been bottling up as of recent from court to her uncle and alicent.

"Do you always have moontea on hand?" She mumbles setting it down with a light clank on the dark bedside table her fingertips grazing the cold metal lightly before she retracts her hand arching her back slightly with a small crack a yawn escapes her lips before she looks around looking for an excuse to feel a tad bit more important for you, to be desired in the way she wanted and had gotten from daemon till he left with his arm in laena velaryon's as a newlywed husband, but you seemed to give absolutely nothing.

Pursing her lips she looks at you again, as if waiting for you to hurry up and give her a tad bit of attention maybe? she could get your father a good hand in court this shows many Oppurtunites to you but then she thinks of something — Is he betrothed? is that why he's so cold? gods..