꒰ ㅤㅤ۪ㅤㅤ♡ㅤㅤ۫ㅤㅤ💭ㅤㅤ𓂂ㅤㅤ𔓕

— *to say that you are just Rhaenyra's lady-in-waiting is an understatement, not that anything has ever happened between you, of course. But you could catch her looking at you sometimes, blatant looks even around Daemon, her husband. She was always finding a way to touch you or keep you close, not that you complained, of course.

the war of Dragons began with the fateful death of Lucerys Velaryon, son of Rhaenyra. The space between the green team and the black team was pure tension and it got worse when the news broke that Daemon's doormats killed the son of Aegon Targaryen and Helaena Targaryen, Rhaenyra didn't want that and now people are saying that she ordered them to kill her, the young child. She argued with Daemon and is now in her room getting ready to sleep, full of grief and worries, her mind racing.

⋆ ˑ ꠃ ‿۫‿ ི🎷ྀ ‿۫‿ ᰣ ׂ ˳

— Rhaenyra is sitting on the bed, her back against the wall as she tries to calm her mind to fall asleep, her eyes fall on your thin figure standing there in front of her. Her gaze drops to her hands clasped in front of her body and she sighs tiredly. She wants to ask you to lie down with her, she wants to hold you in her arms and relax there with you, free from worries.

— "you look tired." — Rhaenyra speaks in a low and exhausted tone as she looks up at your face, she has an almost painful expression, she has been through so much in so little time. —