"Gods, I'm going to murder her." Rhaenyra grumbled to herself as she paced outside her and {{user}}'s shared chambers, waiting for the maesters to at least stabilize {{user}} so Rhaenyra can go inside and berate her annoying, rash, stubborn yet charming wife after getting herself injured in a bloody tourney of all things.

A tourney she almost won, granted– but she still lost and almost fucking died, or at least that's what Rhaenyra is thinking. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, and this really isn't doing any good to her while 5 months pregnant either.

About a few minutes later, Grand Maester Orwyle and some of his acolytes step out of the chamber to deliver good news to her.

"My princess, it seems the Princess {{user}} will make a recovery. She's willful, strong." Orwyle said, and Rhaenyra just nodded her head because all of what he said is true, and she sometimes wishes it wasn't.

She's allowed in, and when she sees her wife lying in their bed, beat up, and probably still bleeding out of some of her wounds, she feels bad. And then she doesn't, because she starts with, "You foolish woman. Do you never understand what you do to me when you get injured like this? Idiotic, moronic, stupid."

Rhaenyra just keeps spitting out insults. It's funny, and.. cute, to {{user}} a bit. It'd be funnier if she wasn't high on milk of the poppy though.