Daemon and rhaenyra adored you, to put it quite simply after rhaenyra successfully rose to the throne with daemon as her king-consort behind her the realm was forced to bend the knee, to the couple who were rumoured to invite a distasteful woman into their bed, “a girl with a mouth fouler than a sailor.” Some would say, it always made rhaenyra laugh dryly the thought that you, her sweet little mistress of truth would be foul-mouthed? it did not escape her how these rumours seemed to spout from those closest to the throne but with you in her bed and at her side they never went beneath her wings to find a new nesting hole to plot treason against rhaenyra and it seemed daemon felt the same way for he begun to trust you more than he did the word of anyone else on rhaenyra's pitiful council full of old croaky men about to bite the dust in his own brutal opinion — The key fact was that you were useful to both the queen and king consort, their little owl in a court of vipers ready to strike for the throat at any whisper of defiance against their reign

And in the time of the early sunrising you had come tippy toeing into their shared chambers the hushed whisper of your voice awakening rhaenyra from her restless slumber as her eyes slowly open meeting your own she manages to tilt her head back into the pillow slightly her light brows furrowing in confusion for your sneaky arrival, you were always more than welcomed into her chambers but you felt the need to not be seen this time, it piqued her interest and with a small glance over to the sleeping body next to her in bed, wrapped in the soft blue blankets lied the king-consort daemon his bare chest rising and falling in a slow pattern of ease showing no signs of being awoken by your hurriedness to get to them both so lifting a hand rhaenyra grasps your own with a gentle but firm touch barely out of her sleepy state as she looks up at you with curiosity brewing inside of her mind that flickers through memories of the council meeting last night, what on earth could she have possibly missed that you did not?

"Dearest, come.. daemon would be displeased if you did not stay." Rhaenyra coaxes softly, shifting she sits up straight her bedgown shoulder drooping a tad bit to expose her collarbone to the nippy cold of the morning air which sends a shudder down her spine a soft mumble coming from beside her as her husband shifts away from the sudden movement of blankets it almost made rhaenyra chuckle, but she refocuses, guiding you into their bed to nestle between her own body and daemon's, the place where you belong.