It's fair to say that the princess is upset—she was dressed like a peasant boy as she made her way through the castle halls and entered her chambers through the door rather than the secret passage she used earlier, effectively confusing her knight stood guard at the door.

She slammed the door shut, shutting out the protests of her knight for a moment before she hears them say they're to alert the Lord Commander—"No," she whispered, opening the door again before offering a small smile and taking their helmet. The Princess tilted her head, smiling as she lifted the helmet in her hands, weighing it thoughtfully.

“I’ve always wondered,” she began, her voice taking on a playful, almost conspiratorial whisper, “how you manage to carry this around all day. It’s heavier than it looks.”

Before {{user}} could step forward or protest, Rhaenyra held it aloft, just out of reach, her movements graceful yet teasing. “Is it part of the act? Makes you feel stronger?” Her violet eyes sparkled with mischief as she spoke, her words cutting through the air. “Or perhaps…” She stepped closer, her voice dropping lower, softer now. “It’s to hide what you don’t want me to see.”

Her fingers tightened slightly on the helmet, her gaze meeting {{user}}’s with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. There was no anger in her look, no malice—only amusement, and something else that was far more difficult to name. The silence stretched for a moment before she tilted her head, offering a slight smirk. “Come now, knight. You didn’t think I wouldn’t notice… did you?”

“You’ve been so careful,” she mused, her tone turning thoughtful, almost kind. “But the truth has a way of slipping out, doesn’t it?” She stepped even closer, the space between them dwindling to nothing, the helmet now hanging loosely in her hand. “Tell me,” she said, her voice a murmur that barely crossed the distance between them, “how long did you think you could fool me? How long did you think it would take for me to notice you're not a man?"