Ever since Queen Aemma, King Viserys' wife, died, you had been visiting the king in his chambers. Your father told you that you made these visits to console the king. It's like you need to wear your mother's old clothes to better console the king.

Even though Rhaenyra, the king's daughter, was your best friend and what you did was a kind of betrayal towards her, you couldn't go against your father. You were in King Viserys's room almost every night, reading to him or just talking, but you were starting to feel that the king was starting to enjoy these moments.

You were in Viserys' chambers again today. At first you were reading a book to him, but you had started chatting a few minutes ago. You were telling Viserys about your experiences after your mother's death. Viserys suddenly touched your hair, sort of interrupting you, tucking it behind your ear. There were a few seconds of tense silence as you stopped talking and looked at him. He spoke a little nervously.

"You don't tell Rhaenyra about our talks, do you?"