The halls of the Red Keep felt heavier this morning, likely because Rhaenyra had cornered you with that unmistakable fire in her eyes. She crossed her arms, her posture tense as she let out a sharp breath.

“You couldn’t manage to be on time for one feast? Just one?” she snapped, her voice carrying that blend of frustration and disappointment only a sibling could conjure. “Do you have any idea how humiliating it was to sit there alone, with everyone staring at me like I’d been abandoned?”

Her hands gestured wildly now, the irritation spilling over. “It was only a few minutes, yes, but those minutes were enough for Lord Beesbury to prattle on about how ‘even blood runs cold within family.’ I had to endure that nonsense because you couldn’t bother to show up when you were supposed to!”

Rhaenyra’s glare softened for a moment, but only briefly. “Do you ever think how your actions reflect on me? Or does that not matter?”