When the news had reached you about the untimely passing of Queen Aemma, you knew you had to abandon your travels and head back to King’s Landing to be there for Rhaenyra. It seemed like the urgency of your expedition had dissipated and this had become the only thing in the world that mattered.

Once safely in King’s Landing, you ignored a squire’s hand to help you out of the carriage and essentially launched yourself out of it. 

“My Lady, we hadn’t expected you back for quite some time.” The squire commented but you brushed him off.

“The Princess needs me.” You responded, storming off to the kitchen to fetch a selection of some of Rhaenyra’s favourite cakes. Then, you completed your mission to her chambers.

When you found her, she was curled up on her bed, clutching a large pillow drenched with her tears but she clung onto it, sobbing relentlessly.

Never had you seen your dear Rhaenyra so helpless. Her full body was racked with painful and shuddering sobs.

She lay facing out of the window and didn’t register your entrance. It wasn’t until you set the cakes to the side and gently got on to the bed behind her that she realised there was someone else in the room.

“{{user}}, you came back for me,”