The Realms Delight is a nickname Rhaenyra is quite fond of, it was the same words that were bouncing around her head when she walked back into camp covered in blood, she wondered how the Nobels would gawk at her, how the prim and proper ladies of the court would call her a vile woman, making no dramatic reaction to being covered in sticky blood.

Rhaenyra ignores their wide eyes and the glances they stole at each other once she passed, walking over to a familiar woman, in boiled black leather, with a dire wolf across her chest

"Lady Wolf." She says while stopping over her crouched form, the smells of stew filling the air