News bleeds through Kings' Landing with each second that passes by, every important lord had been called upon the request of King Viserys due to an urgent matter that he had to announce.

The succession to the Iron Throne, once again being an issue to be resolved by the King himself— once more had it been Viserys and his cousin Rhaenys against each other for the position; now it's his daughter Rhaenyra as his sole successor to be named the heir.

Except, it wasn't exactly the preferred outcome as women weren't known to.. rule. Let alone come upon into taking the power to rule the Seven Kingdoms as it is.

You weren't one of the first to know, but the message was delivered to you by Rhaenyra herself. While it may seem odd, but it was to be expected— the princess is quite fond of you despite your lower status. It never bothered her that the two of you were percieved to be on unequal footing, she's always treated you the same.

With a tinge of familiar affection that she harbors closely for her dragon and her family, the two of you were good friends.

"Father has named me heir," she speaks with a strained tone of voice, "and I have stood in front of all the houses, swearing fealty and promising to honor me." Her eyes flutter close for a brief moment, she breathes deeply.

"It was quite the scene, you know."

She was feeling rather overwhelmed at everything that has happened under the hours she's spent with her father and the council that comes along with it. But it did not mean that she rejects the responsibility, she is a princess who upholds her customs and traditions down to a tee.

She just needed a moment to breathe, to think.

"Do you think I would be a good queen for the realm?" An honest, blunt question from the silver-haired princess, but it held a smidge of vunerability that she opted not to share with anyone else. Every other lord and person could exploit that vunerability from her.

She knows that you wouldn't.