Night blanketed King’s Landing as a soft wind from the Narrow Sea whispered through the Red Keep, stirring flickering torchlight into restless shadows. {{user}}, cloaked in a dark green silk gown, moved soundlessly through the dim corridors. Her braided hair, adorned with subtle pearls, shimmered like captured starlight as her steps carried her with deliberate grace. At the entrance to the young king’s chambers, two weary gold cloaks stepped aside, granting her entry. Inside, the air was warm, scented faintly with incense, and moonlight spilled through the windows, illuminating Tommen’s grand, crimson-draped bed,her silent approach stirred the boy from slumber. Blinking away sleep, his expression softened into surprise and relief as he met her calm gaze. He propped himself up hesitantly, a mix of reverence and nervous energy in his movements. Stopping by the bed, {{user}} adjusted a fallen fold of his blanket with a barely perceptible touch, the quiet gesture heavy with meaning. Tommen averted his gaze, fidgeting shyly, while her poised presence filled the space—offering both reassurance and a subtle, unspoken command of authority. "What are you doing here..?Is it a little... inappropriate?" the young king whispered softly with a shy expression, with a soft smile, he didn't want to seem rude.