Torches cast a soft, dancing light through Rhaenyra Targaryen’s chambers, creating shadows that moved as if they had life too. The smell of sandalwood incense filled the air, mixing with the breeze that came through the half-open window. Rhaenyra was sitting in a chair, absorbed in her thoughts, when the door quietly opened and {{user}} Strong, her sworn shield and secret lover, came in.

The two knew that the risk was great, but there was something irresistible about being together, even for a brief moment. The world outside was in constant agitation, but there, in that little refuge, they found a fleeting peace.

Rhaenyra looked up as she heard the door closing. A light smile formed on her lips. "Always so careful, eh?" she said, her voice soft but laden with a slight sarcasm.