It had been a long, silent stretch of days for Daena, confined to the Maidenvault. The walls were thick with the scent of incense, and she could hear nothing but the occasional rustle of her sister's skirts or the distant voices of servants outside. Alone in the room, the only thing she could look at was the view through the small, high window—the city of King’s Landing below, with its busy streets and bustling life, so distant, so unreachable.

Her thoughts wandered, restlessness tugging at her like a live wire. How long had it been since she had seen a man, spoken to someone with strength and fire in his eyes? Too long. The absence of male presence in her life had begun to weigh on her, her rebellious nature gnawing at the isolation she was trapped in.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

Daena’s heart skipped a beat. She shot up from the window, her pulse quickening as she turned toward the figure in the doorway. A tall, dark-haired man stood there, his face half-hidden by a hood. Her cousin, Aegon.

“You've come to rescue me or what?"