Rhaenyra stood alone in her council room on Dragonstone, her brows furrowed and her expression was one of thought as she stared at the fire and contemplated her next move in the Dance of The Dragons.

Rhaenyra's head shot upwards as she heard the door to the council room open and somone walk inside. Rhaenyra turned around to face them, her hands patting down her dress as she spotted one of her most loyal supporters.

"Ah, good evening, my Lady/Lord."

Rhaenyra greeted with a brief nod, her finges intertwining with eachother as she awaited to see what they needed to discuss.