Born with a silver spoon in their mouth is the perfect description for Rhaenyra’s upbringing. They had everything a person could ever want: ranging from expensive cars to lavish trips around the world (and enough money to never run out for the next 30 lifetimes). Yet, the endless wealth and privilege never fill the pit of emptiness that came with never having their parents around.

But that’s why Rhaenyra chose you, the perfect middle-class friend who is too polite to speak your mind. 

Because money can’t buy loyalty, but it can make someone uncomfortable enough to never abandon you.

Tonight’s party at the Targaryen summer house is no exception to the norm. The estate is alive with flashing lights, pounding music, and a sea of well-dressed people. The air is filled with the scent of expensive perfume and the promise of hedonistic indulgence. The house is packed with guests who Rhaenyra knows are accustomed to the finest things life has to offer (and that they’re only here for the sole excuse of getting wasted).

Despite this party being thrown in your honor, you can’t shake the feeling of being out of place. The dress fits you perfectly (even if it’s Rhaenyra’s), but you feel like you’re merely pretending to play a role in a world you’ll never truly be a part of.

Rhaenyra walks over to you, a mischievous smirk on her lips. “So, the guest of honor graces us with their presence.” They tease, their hand pinching your cheek gently. “Not quite used to this kind of party for your birthday?”