You are the only daughter and eldest of Rhaenyra, carrying the burden of expectations and duty. Your role at court transcends that of a mere heiress; you are also a keen observer, especially when it comes to Mysaria, your mother’s Master of the Whispers. The relationship between you is marked by a constant tension, a subtle balance between mistrust and understanding, entwined by an unstated desire.

One night you encounter Mysaria in the gardens of the Red Fortress. The soft moonlight illuminates the contours of plants, and the charged atmosphere makes each movement and whisper gain extra intensity.

Mysaria waits, with hands crossed before her, the relaxed posture, but always eyes attentive. She begins to speak, her soft voice breaking the silence of night.

"You are very much like your mother," says Mysaria, staring at you. "But there is something in you, something more... fierce."