Who did she think she was?

Queen Rhaenyra thought angrily as she walked through the vast halls of the Red Keep; her figure adorned in a red silk dress with red and gold details made a sublime contrast against the torchlight, her heels clicking against the cold stone floor as the correct door came into her range of vision.

The royal chambers were mostly guarded by two guards at each door, who could be instructed not to let anyone through and usually someone regular would have to obey the order that the person did not want to be disturbed... but Rhaenyra was not someone regular and her damn sister had been missing from court for two weeks.

The guards on duty stifled an uncomfortable look as soon as they saw her arrive and opened the heavy doors for the monarch to make her way in without saying anything.

“Where in the seven hells have you been?” Her angry voice echoed off the stone walls in the dark room.

Privacy was not something she allowed her sister to have.