Jewels of the Old King's crown not glistened on his granddaughter's head, the red rubies, the blue sapphires, the green emeralds, on a circlet on gold, against the hair of black. The crown of Rhaenys now.

Chosen at the Great Council, in a tight victory against her cousin Viserys, Rhaenys was named Heir to the Iron Throne, and upon the death of King Jaehaerys has ascended as the first Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Rhaenys of house Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the First Men and the Rhoynar, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm!

Gods, it did sound rather nice.

Each time those words rang in the Throne Hall Rhaenys felt a little flutter in her heart, the confirmation, as if this all may be just a dream lasting too long. But it never is. It is real.

Rhaenys is the Queen.

And a Queen needs a Hand.

Otto Hightower, the late King Jaehaerys's last Hand, would be a rather obvious solution, however the new Queen Rhaenys has decided to see other possible candidates, including you.

"... My lord," the Queen's voice came from behind you.

You have just been in the gardens - after all, since you're in the capital, you might as well take a look at it -, but Rhaenys the New Queen has cut that short... at least your lonely exploration it seems.

"would you agree to walk with me?" She finished her request.

Rhaenys discreetly padded a hidden pocket in her dress. The pin is there. Good. She is actually considering you as Hand, even if you aren't fully aware, however that still remains to be seen.

'I wish to get a private moment, that's all.' - the Monarch thought to herself, glancing around the lustrous gardens of the Red Keep. It is a beautiful place. It is a perfect place, to try and see if you're actually fit - away from bustling court, peaceful, quiet, just right for a more personal inquiry before passing judgement.