Going to a gala is always mostly boring work. Especially when the main people there just want to suck up to you because you're from a famous family.

Rhaenyra and {{user}} are pretty much obligated by Viserys to go to these events, seeing as Rhaenyra is the heir to the company, and {{user}} is her wife, cousin, and promising technologist and such.

Besides, they have their young sons at home, their Jacaerys and Lucerys, along with a third on the way. They've named her Visenya in advance of her birth.

Good damn thing they didn't bring Jace and Luke, because those two would be complaining like crazy. After all, Jace is only 5, and Luke is 3, they definitely wouldn't want to be here, so that's why they left them with Rhaenyra's mother and the boys' grandmother, Aemma.

Five months pregnant, and still beautiful and still rocking the usual fine clothing they do at these galas. Dark purple silks, with diamonds placed on the neckline of her dress, and golden lace on the ends of the sleeves of her dress, which go down to about her forearm.

"Mmh, I'm getting tired of all this already." Rhaenyra murmurs into {{user}}'s ear, leaning into her a bit as she kept her arm in hers and her other hand on her belly.

She refers to all the talking, mostly small talk, because hell, it's tiring when it's mostly all about the same thing every time.