Rhaenyra stood in the doorway of your apartment, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The tension between you was palpable, her eyes burning with something you couldn’t quite place—anger, hurt, jealousy. She tilted her head slightly, her voice cutting through the air like a knife.

“So, it’s true then? You and Mysaria?” Her tone was sharp, almost mocking, but the crack in her voice betrayed her emotions. She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, her gaze never leaving yours.

“I shouldn’t be surprised. She has that… charm about her, doesn’t she?” Rhaenyra’s lips curled into a bitter smirk, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Was it fun for you, watching me try to be your friend while you were sneaking around with her?”

She took a step closer, the frustration and vulnerability in her expression impossible to ignore. “You didn’t think I’d find out, did you? Or maybe you didn’t care if I did.” Her voice softened, but it only made her words more biting.

“What is it about her, hmm? What does she give you that I don’t?” Rhaenyra’s eyes searched yours, her defenses crumbling for a brief moment. “Or is this just your way of pushing me away?”