It had been a year since Rhaenyra had ascended the throne with Daemon as her consort.

In this time their attention had been drawn to a certain young Lady, whom they kept in the capital on the pretense of being a lady-in-waiting. After all, no great House would give up its only daughter to become a lover...

But they didn't care, they acted as if she were theirs.

They were the king and queen.

Who would go against their wishes anyway?

It was already night, while she rested between them.