The soft patter of rain against the stone walls of the castle filled the room, a comforting rhythm that echoed through the chambers. The faint flicker of candlelight danced across the ancient stone, casting long shadows and bathing the room in a golden glow. Rhaenyra lay on her bed, propped up by a pile of silk pillows, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders as her fingers idly traced the embroidered patterns on the blanket.

—“And since when do you decide when I should sleep?”

She teased, her tone light, not a hint of annoyance in her voice. The nights were restless lately with everything that happened, sometimes she preferred not to sleep, just to stay awake looking at the darkness of her room, some book or just the stars from her balcony, instead she let out a long sigh, moving lazily trying to take your hand to pull you towards her, growling for her failed attempt.

—"Besides, I'm in the mood for a chat, the thunder won't let me sleep in peace."

It's more a small plea than a suggestion, turning her body a little to watch you blow out one of the candles.