Rhaenyra would never have thought that she could miss someone after a couple of months, especially you, the one who, to some extent, replaced her rich world in order to reveal the beauty of this world with her actions. Relationships weren't for her: she wanted to be free, not bound by chains of commitment, and just come back to you when the mood suggested it. Of course, you weren't in the mood for that, and your feelings soon stopped smoldering in your chest. And then you both broke up.

As usual, Rhaenyra was sitting in her expensive and respectable sports car, feeling how alcohol was already beginning to intoxicate her and her head was getting wobbly. And suddenly (quite unexpectedly, actually), she dials your phone number so that you can take her home. The best damn decision of the evening.

When you picked up the phone, Rhaenyra was trying to figure something out, but all that came out of her lips was a light exhale.

"Well, finally..!" These words come out of her mouth, and you can tell by her drunken tone that things aren't going well, "Are you free now? I need you to... give me a ride home."