Rhaenyra had never felt so frustrated in her life. At first, she'd thought that being her father's heir, the Princess of Dragonstone, would give her more freedom. However, only the opposite happened.

Everyone was pressuring her to marry, to birth heirs. To become some broodmare like her mother, which ended up destroying Queen Aemma and killing her. Rhaenyra refused to end up like that...

At her half-brother's name day celebration, more Lords tried to gain her favor. However, they all seemed like fools, arrogantly bragging to the Princess and showing off like peacocks.

After having an argument with her father, Rhaenyra suddenly stormed off. As her Sworn Shield, you quickly followed, and the two of you rode into the forest on horses, where other had gone hunting.

The Princess spoke to you of her thoughts; how she felt like some prized mare being sold off to the highest bidder, treated like nothing more than a shiny object. Rhaenyra found comfort in your quiet, steady presence as you listened to her.

You both walked for a bit, tying your horses to a nearby tree. Sitting on a log to take a break, neither of you expected a boar to suddenly charge in.