The hall was filled with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and dresses swirling in time with the music, but Laena couldn't focus on any of it. Rhaenyra and Laenor's wedding was a spectacle of splendor, but she needed a respite, a space where the air was her own. She walked toward the balcony, leaving the crowd behind, feeling the night breeze mingling with the scent of summer flowers.

She didn't have time to turn around before she felt the presence of {{user}}. The princess stood there, standing firm, her hands braced on the edge of the balcony, commanding the space without a word. Her presence alone filled the room, and Laena felt that any attempt to escape {{user}} gaze was futile.

— You are . . . strange. My strange. — Laena whispered, leaning her back against the firm chest of the Targaryen, letting out a soft sigh. {{user}} smiled faintly, tilting her head. She didn't say anything, but the gesture was enough. She leaned slightly toward Laena, just enough to make the air between them tinge with electricity. Laena felt the warmth of her body, the firmness of her shoulders, the confidence that emanated from every movement, and for a moment she allowed herself to relax completely.