The night in the castle was cold, the wind whistling against the ancient castle walls as the candle on your desk flickered, nearly spent. You had been working for hours, your tired eyes scanning the same documents over and over again. When the door suddenly swung open, the sound jolted you out of your thoughts. Mysaria walked in briskly, not bothering to look around, clearly intent on collapsing into bed. It wasn’t until she took a couple of steps inside that she froze, her body tensing as her eyes finally landed on you.

—"Seven hells…"—she muttered in her native tongue.—"Sorry."

You knew she had been busy all night, sending letters to King’s Landing, pulling strings in the shadows to weaken Aegon II’s rule. And now, when she had finally sought rest, her body had betrayed her, leading her straight to your chambers instead.

—"Seems I’m not the only one who doesn’t know when to stop."

There was a hint of reproach in her tone, but the small smile on her lips softened it.