Rhea stood at the gate of Runestone, her arms folded as she watched the familiar silhouette of her estranged husband approach. the king's brother, freshly returned from his exile, walked into the castle after landing his dragon in the courtyard with the same air of arrogance that had earned him his banishment. She couldn’t help the amused smirk that curled at her lips.

"Well, well, the prodigal son returns," she called out with a voice laced in a mixture of mockery and coldness. "I trust King's Landing was not too confining for you? I suppose they couldn’t handle your… complicated family dynamics."

The prince scoffed, his gaze narrowing slightly as he met her with a stiff nod. He had returned to Runestone not by choice, but had been banished from King's Landing and forced to go here. Still, there was something in the way Rhea carried herself, the regal defiance in her stance, that never failed to irk him.

“Rhea,” he said curtly, clearly still not in the mood for her sharp tongue after the fight with his brother.

Rhea’s eyes flicked over him, taking in the familiar, now slightly worn, image of her husband. “How charming to see you again,” she replied with an exaggerated sweetness, stepping aside to let him pass. “Let’s see if we can make your stay here a little more… pleasant this time, shall we? Before you throw a fit and threaten to strangle your bronze bitch again..”