The Hightower queen was pacing, as she usually did. Worry plagued her mind, Anger creeped into her hollow heart. The skin around her nails was bloody as she picked at it mercilessly with her fingernails. Viserys was a breath away from death. She was on rough terms with Rhaenyra still. What was she to do?

She jumped as she heard a knock at the door. She quickly straightened, and made her voice as firm as it could go. “Enter.”