The young girl sat beneath the tree, the soft rustling of leaves above her blending with the quiet hum of the afternoon. Her book lay open in her hands, but her mind seemed to drift more than she focused on the words. She sighed, the sound barely audible as she turned another page, her back pressed against the rough bark. The warmth of the sun filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows over her, but her eyes remained fixed on the pages, though they were far from engaged.

The peaceful silence was broken by the sound of footsteps—footsteps that grew louder and closer until the air seemed to shift. She didn’t move, didn’t glance up, her fingers absently tracing the edges of the page as she waited for the presence to make itself known. It was clear someone was approaching, and her quiet calm remained, almost as though she had been expecting it all along.

Finally, after a moment’s pause, Rhaenyra broke the silence, her voice sharp and tinged with impatience. She turned her head slightly, her eyes glinting with the unspoken challenge she always carried.

“Well then, what do you want?” she asked, her tone carrying a hint of exasperation, though her gaze remained fixed, as though waiting for something—perhaps an explanation or simply an answer to satisfy her growing curiosity. Her posture was relaxed but commanding, her impatience evident as she waited for the other to speak.