The dim candlelight flickered against the stone walls, Rhaenyra sat in a chair beside the bed, a relaxed yet elegant posture. Her violet eyes lingered on you, amusement flickering in their depths. She had returned to find you here—draped over the bed, still in your tunic, exhaustion having claimed you after hours of directing the council in her absence. She had watched you for some time now, her gaze tracing the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the subtle twitch of your fingers. You had worked tirelessly in her name, bearing the weight of duty as if it were your own. It was a sight that stirred something deep within her—affection, perhaps, though she would not name it aloud. And then you finally woke up.

—"I was wondering when you would wake up, you seemed very entertaining."—Her fingers are playing with a lock of her hair, looking at you.—"You tremble when you sleep, sometimes you talk in your sleep, other times your fingers are trying to hold on to something."

She smiles with confidence and delight, she knows that you were dreaming about her, several times you said her name in the dream, now she just wants to play with you. She leans a little towards you, her smile never breaks.

—"What were you dreaming about?."