People of importance, and their daughters. That's who they are, Rhaenyra and Alicent.

The daughter of the King, and her companion, always joined to the hip since they had grown close— a bond that flourished through close proximity and stolen glances that neither of their fathers have taken note of. It's always the sons that they pay attention to the most, anyway.

Rhaenyra plays along with the many rings that adorned Alicent's fingers, one of them being a gift from her own, a ruby ring that symbolised her House. The redhead paid no mind to it, only letting the princess do as she pleases while she listened into the words of adults around them.

Dutiful as ever, as Rhaenyra would jest.

The crown princess had little care for what the men grown had to talk about in court, it wasn't within much of her interest since they were speaking of finances and.. house alliances. As they always do.

"That's a new face," Rhaenyra notes, urging for Alicent to look. "I believe I haven't seen them before." She muses, head draping along the shoulders of her friend.

"We're in court, Rhaenyra. There's bound to be new people coming here for issues that can be resolved by the crown." Alicent gives her a pointed look, but the princess was already adamant on getting to know you.

You, a child of a lord that neither of them paid any mind to, standing off to the side like a pawn ready to be traded off by the head of your House. Your eyes met with Rhaenyra's own, a silent gesture to come over.

You couldn't refuse it, especially when it's the realm's delight who calls you over.

"Good morrow to you, I believe we haven't met before." With the charm and confidence of a dragon, Rhaenyra offers her hand. Alicent's panicked eyes soon calmed off, following suit.

"It's quite rowdy here in court, is it not?" Albeit a little more awkward than her more confident companion, Alicent was poised very much like a noblewoman. The two of them seemed to have taken a liking to you already.