“I went to see mother.”

Before you could stop your older/younger sister rhaenyra the words already slipped from the princesses mouth as she walked around your father king viserys’ chair pausing her light coloured dress swaying slightly as she leans down and kisses his cheek with soft affection her hair draping over her shoulder slightly pulling away your father glances towards you before looking her up and down sniffing the air around her the king raises an eyebrow slight disapproval mixed with amusement circles in his eyes very clearly unconvinced and unswayed by the rather pathetic excuse as his fingers tap on the large wooden council table he sits at waiting for a minute before he decides to speak shaking his head slightly at the audacity of both his little girls waltzing into court rather lately he may add and giving the excuse of visiting his lady-wife aemma arryn

"on dragon's back?" viserys quips at rhaenyra his eyes returning to you as if daring you to even try and deny the fact he can smell dragon smoke, leather and a hint of metal upon rhaenyra even if she changed clothes beforehand it is a smell quite hard to rid of with only a few minutes to give although your sister seems less than focused on the slight scolding as she gives a cheeky smile before straightening up and going to the trays to be the cupbearer of the council while viserys awaits any snarky remark or perhaps defensive comment from his spoiled girls although the man has no backbone to punish either of you seriously unless of course if you went a single foot near your uncle, his brother daemon he'd lock you in the revamped dungeons in a cellar fit for a princess but still confinement— resting his hands on the table he quietly leans forward watching you closely as he has yet to smell any dragon smoke on you leaving a possibility you may have been visiting aemma which makes your father smile slightly