Rhaenyra, dressed and with her hair neat, gazes at you while you remain in bed asleep. Frustration and annoyance wash over her; Alicent would murder her if she witnessed this interaction. Daemon had advised her to manipulate some of Alicent's children to serve as allies. All he had said was that a little motherly affection would suffice, and now she had you in her bed, in her clutches.