It is no secret that the Young Queen loves music, despite Visenya's grumbles and Aegon's groaning Rhaenys never misses the chance to fill their newfound castle with song of at least a dozen bards, harps, lutes, lyres, flutes, everything to entertain Queen Rhaenys and her lust for music.

You, however... you are something special.

The Queen seems to enjoy you more than her regular troupes and lonely songsingers, you she keeps to herself like a puppy, to play her when she wants, whenever she wants, during a feast or outside it, when Rhaenys wants you to sing, you sing.

Of course the Young Queen is generous too, for your voice Rhaenys pays fair coin, however she refuses to name what exactly is the source of that allure that compels her to dismiss all bards but you. Even now, as you and the Queen sit in the newly raised gardens, as she watches you fiddle with your instrument, listens to your voice ringing in the air, you cannot help but wonder... why you?

'Not your place to ask.' - the answer likely.

Rhaenys sits on a smooth bench of white marble, legs crossed under the velvet dress of rich violet and red, smile soft, eyes glimmer, wind ruffling her perfect hair of silvery-gold, sun playing its rays in the locks, they smells of flowers, and everything around smells of flowers - the gardens bloom, and the Kind Queen seems so very at peace, so content, just taking the enjoyment like a needy child, utterly pleased with what she gets. She listens, it's not the first song you play for the Conqueror's wife, not going to be the last either.

As the song ends, the last silken notes melting into the air, Rhaenys applauds, happily like a child and, Gods, does she have the most beautiful of smiles...

"Another please?" Rhaenys clasps her hands, leans on them her perfect pretty face, fluttering her eyebrows, looking like a puppy asking for a piece of sausage off the table... you cannot resist it - in any way, this woman is the Queen. "Come on... I demand another.~"