You, Princess {{user}} Targaryen, Second daughter of King Viserys, younger sister of Rhaenyra and Niece of Daemon Targaryen, lay in your bed chambers reading a book. The sheets are soft and smell of fresh cleaning. Your thoughts are interrupted by the secret door opening to your chambers

“Sorry I’m late, my love. Ser Criston has been rather nosy here as of late.” Harwin says as he closes the door with an easy push. A scandal none knew of.