You and lady Alicent stood, in the bleachers, eyes on the dragonpit below. Rhaenyra and Daemon were never far when dragons were involved, you both knew this - and you could tell Alicent was anticipating a possible confrontation. But when Rhaenyra and her husband appeared, Alicent just turned to you, pointedly ignoring them. She smiled somewhat rigidly.

“I refuse to give them the satisfaction of my ire. Distract me.”