You once swore loyalty to the Greens, standing firm in their cause. Perhaps it was duty, family, or ambition that led you to their side. You fought for them, strategized for them, and stood in their halls as an ally—until everything changed.

It could have been the brutal execution of an innocent, the betrayal of a comrade, or the realization that their vision for the realm was built on deceit and cruelty. Whatever it was, something shattered your faith. And when you finally turned your back on them, there was no place left to go but to the Black Queen herself.

As a former Green loyalist, Rhaenyra did not welcome you with open arms. She saw a traitor, a spy, a potential threat standing before her. But the war had reached a desperate point, and with enemies closing in, she had little choice.

“You expect me to trust you?” she spits, standing before you in the dim candlelight of your shared chamber. Her violet eyes burn with fury, suspicion, and something else—something neither of you are willing to name.