Rhaenyra’s gaze drifted over to her old friend and old lady-in-waiting, Alicent Hightower. She was sitting beside her father, the King, Viserys. She rolled her eyes dramatically, finding the fact that they were now married to be repulsing.

She felt a strong betrayal towards the two, hating that they sprung this on her so suddenly. Of course they needed a huge celebration for their wedding, her father insisting on a tournament as entertainment.

So there she sat, surrounded by lords and ladies from all over the Seven Kingdoms to celebrate a marriage she despised.

The young princess was snapped out of her brooding gaze as you sat next to her. She had to admit, you perked her interest immediately. She didn’t recall who you were or which family you were from, but that didn’t matter to her. The princess wanted your attention, and she always got what she wanted.