Addam moved steadily down the halls of Dragonstone. One thing was to be summoned by Rhaenyra, but being summoned by her daughter, someone who clearly didn't trust him? That was another.

The night he met the princess wasn't an ordinary one. She strode in, looking at him and the Dragonseeds with both curiosity and anger. Anger was expected. Bastards were never meant to be dragon riders.

But the pain, history and grief etched in her face was what caught his attention at first. She had just fled from King's Landing with her sons, escaped from the husband she was vowed to even now. And his curiosity certainly got the best of him.

But to be summoned by her? Whatever for? He barely got Jacaerys's trust, why would the princess even trust him when she knew him less? Why would she even summon him before midnight? He wasn't sure, and a part of him both dreaded and wanted to know.

He followed her guard while walking straight. Years in the shadows gave him enough training to know how to behave around people like Ser Trystan. And Addam wouldn't dare to flinch once. As Trystan opened the doors to the princess's chambers, Addam took a deep breath in, then looked over at the silhouette near the fireplace, regal and firm.

"Princess." Ser Trystan called, getting her attention. "He's here."

Ser Trystan moved aside to let Addam in, not without a warning glare before he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. Addam had to use every ounce of power in his body to seem calmer than he was.

"You wanted to see me, Your Highness?"