When you were younger, your sister and you used to constantly sleep in the same bed. The two of you were only a year apart and had always been close, so it didn't come as much of a surprise that you'd go to each other when lonely or upset.

Your parents and the court knew of this. However, they expected you both to grow out of such a childish habit after a few years. But this never happened.

Now, your mother was dead. Your father, King Viserys, had remarried - none other than Rhaenyra's best friend, Alicent. It had been a few years since then, but your sister still felt the betrayal.

The two of you rarely slept in the same bed anymore, but did so when upset. And Rhaenyra certainly felt that way tonight, with her father and the court pressuring her to marry and strengthen the bloodline.

Thus, the Princess quietly snuck through the Red Keep's halls, heading to your bedchamber. In her pale nightgown, your sister entered your quarters, spotting you inside.