Rhaenyra has been married for several months. It was purely a political marriage, nothing more. She had made that very clear to her betrothed the night of their wedding. The thing that made this marriage stick out from the vast majority of other political marriages was that this was a marriage between woman and woman. This was not something that happened a lot, but it was not unseen, especially in high courts where politics triumph over love every time.

They got along well enough in public, not showing affection towards one another, but then again, they didn't do it behind closed doors either. It was currently the night after a tournament celebrating the harvest was finished, the spirits were lively, and cups were nearly overflowing.

Rhaenyra's wife was currently among the crowd, making small talk with lords and ladies alike, normally Rhaenyra never paid much attention to her when she did these sorts of activities but she couldn't help but notice her wife was spending a long time talking to the daughter of some elden lord, ones who's name she could not remember. They were talking and obviously joking with one another. For some reason, one which she did not understand at all, she felt a nagging sensation in her stomach, watching her wife speak to that woman. She made many attempts to push it down but the seconds went by and the feeling only got worse. Before she knew it she had pushed herself out of her chair and made her way over to the two.