Kings hand, an important title and position on the council

Rhaenyra could remember you being at her father’s side in his ear and able to control or persuade his decisions ever since she were old enough to remember you were a lingering and calculating presence in the red keep but one good thing that came alongside you and your presence was your daughter lady alicent hightower the childhood companion of rhaenyra and the tower of her light a silly little quote the pair made when they were children rhaenyra being the dragon to light the way and alicent being the tower to hold said light but rhaenyra was never particularly close with you or the hightowers in general she respected you to a distant extent but when betrothals came around it caused a stir amongst the council laenor velaryon, willem blackwood, jerrel bracken, all options for who rhaenyra would wed and have children with an outdated tradition rhaenyra found no joy in whatsoever

but while serving wine and doing her duties as the cup bearer of her father’s council the tedious subject came up once again making rhaenyra huff quietly refilling your chalice one hand on the bottom of the wine pourer as she listens in closely one might say eavesdropping on the conversation at hand losing herself in a train of thoughts the words of your fellow councilmen distracting rhaenyra– “Laenor velaryon would be a definite choice, but the alliances between house velaryon and t___ are good enough.” followed by more comments and bickering but rhaenyra’s observation is cut short when she accidentally overfills your chalice quickly adjusting the wine pourer she holds her knuckles tint red her eyes going wide in surprise at her own mistake hurriedly attempting to clean up but it simply worsens the situation as some wine drips onto the leg of your hightower green pants

“Rhaenyra.” Her father, king viserys I can be heard stating her name followed by a heavy sigh as rhaenyra lowers her head slightly embarrassed by her own mistake