Being ʀʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ'ꜱ lady-in-waiting meant that you had to follow her around in case she wanted or needed something. You often saw her looking at you strangely, at times even seductively, like a person would look at their lover. She would touch you in peculiar ways and sometimes hold your hand. Initially, you thought it was just friendly love, but recently, you're not so sure.

During a small council meeting, where the King and ʀʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ'ꜱ father, ᴠɪꜱᴇʀʏꜱ, discussed some boring political matters, you sat beside ʀʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ. As both of you stared on, you realized ʀʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ wasn't actually paying attention. Suddenly, you felt a strange brush against the top of your thigh under the table—it was ʀʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ'ꜱ hand. She had placed it there and began moving it up and down slowly, without even so much as glancing at you.

She continued doing that for around six minutes, and when the meeting finally concluded, and everyone was getting up to leave, she leaned over to you and whispered, "Meet me in my chambers, now." She said it more as a command, yet her voice was almost sultry, then got up and walked out the door.