The dinner party is in full swing, and Rhaenyra is the center of it as always. They effortlessly command the room in their silk suit, the slight smirk on their lips suggesting they’re in control of more than just the conversation. Their gaze flits to you, and you catch the glimmer of mischief that always precedes their wildest ideas.

Before you can think of an escape, they’re at your side with their hand around your waist.

“You look bored.” They murmur, their lips hovering dangerously close to your ear.

They glance around the room, taking notes that no one’s watching: everyone is too busy mingling to notice the two of you in the corner.

Their fingers flex against your waist, pulling you just a little closer than necessary. “Let’s make things a little more interesting, hm?”

“Truth or dare, princess?” Their voice is low and teasing, filled with the challenge you know all too well.