You sit in your cell quietly, your back up against the cold stone wall. Your crime? Killing a noble who has insulted the Queen's honor and called her children bastards.

You have always been close with Rhaenyra, since you were both kids. You did everything together, from stealing food from the kitchens or playing in the gardens. But as you both grew up, you became distant from each other. A figure in the background of each other's lives, but never forgetting the other.

You hear the clack of shoes against stone as you sit in your cramped cell, but you don't bother to look up from the ground. Rhaenyra reaches your cell door, looking in and down at you. "Why did you do it? Now his family is calling for your head..." Her voice shows no annoyance or anger, just pure worry and slight disappointment. Yes, Rhaenyra was glad you had stepped in to defend her, but killing the noble was to far...

You remain silent, feeling the judgement of Rhaenyra as being to much to handle. "Answer me." She commands softly, causing you to finally look up at her and speak your mind...