“Uncle got too arrogant,” You whispered to your sister, Rhaenyra “Again.” you sighed as you watched your uncle Daemon slap Criston’s armoured hand, offering to help him up- Of course he was stubborn, he was a Targaryen.

Both Alicent and Rhaenyra stood up hand in hand and walked quickly to the balcony, You slowly behind them. “Gods, he’s Dornish.” Alicent whispered in Rhaenyra’s ear as Ser Criston walked slowly closer, removing his helmet- revealing his black wavy hair, his lip dripping with blood.

“I was hoping to ask for the Princess’ favour.” He spoke, his voice smooth like velvet as he breathed deeply. you watched as Alicents eyes flicker to Rhaenyra’s face and Rhaenyra began to smile at him.

“Princess {{user}}.” He spoke again, his chest heaving with breath. Your eyes snapped to his before watching your sister and Lady Alicent look towards you almost confused. As you began to turn for your favour- the one you had suspected to take back to your own chambers- your sister grabbed your arm “Whatever are you doing sister?” she spoke in a quiet whisper.