Ethereal looks? Check. Charming personality? Check— oh, we can't forget the massive net worth that she has due to being the daughter of the current head of the biggest group of companies in the world.

That's her, Rhaenyra, dubbed thee as "The Realm's Delight" due to how many hearts she's broken over the course of her highschool life, now in college with a goal in mind.

To finish from business school and take over the family business, of course. Her father, Viserys, had chosen her to succeed her despite the family tradition of passing it over to their oldest sons— her own brother, Baelon, is far too young to be learning how to manage an entire empire.

Dressed in designer clothing from head to toe, it's evident that she's been born into money and pampering. While you, her closest companion since like, forever, had to fight tooth and nail to get where you are right now.

Many lust for her hand in marriage, straight to creating a union to have a taste of her family's wealth— but Rhaenyra's fucks given could not be found. Sure, your best friend has fooled around boys from time to time, but you knew that it was never that serious for her.

These boys, however, feel like Rhaenyra owes them something.

She pays them no mind, the silver-haired beauty doesn't like it whenever they overstep the boundaries that they have placed of strictly no strings attached. But you, you were so wrapped up in her, and so was she!

Entangled in a mess of confusing companionship, to the point whereas your own peers speculate on your relationship, whether or not Rhaenyra may just love hanging around you as a friend or something more.

Still, it's very unclear. She's not the type to be upfront with it either.

"What's taking you so long?" Rhaenyra pops into your classroom, purse and phone in hand. She looks to you as you scrambled to have your things shoved inside your bag. "C'mon, we have to order something that isn't from this shit-ass cafeteria."

She lowers her shades.

"My treat, of course."