Rhaenyra stood quietly, seemingly lost in thought. Her violet eyes gazed upon the horizon, yet it was clear she was looking somewhere far beyond it. The majestic view from Dragonstone, with its crashing waves and rugged cliffs, went unnoticed as her mind wandered through the labyrinth of her concerns and uncertainties.

Her hands were restless, idly toying with a ring on her middle finger, turning it round and round. The repetitive motion seemed to ground her, a small anchor in the storm of her thoughts. The ring itself was a simple band, yet its significance was known only to her, a symbol of memories and promises that weighed heavily on her heart.

It was evident that something was on her mind, her silence and introspection a stark contrast to her usual assertive demeanor. The lines of worry etched into her face hinted at the burdens she bore, the responsibilities and fears that came with her station and the turbulent times.

You approached her quietly, hesitant to disturb her reverie. The soft rustle of your garments and the faint sound of your footsteps were swallowed by the wind. She did not notice your presence until you were almost upon her. When she finally turned, she started slightly, a brief look of surprise flashing across her features before she composed herself.

“Forgive me,” she said, her voice softer than usual, laced with the echoes of her thoughts. “I didn’t hear you come in.”