Where were you?

She speaks in quite a concerned manner before shutting the door behind her. It clicks back shut in its frame. There’s a blue, flattering dress on her body. One that you have seen her wear many times before. Her silver locks in its usual updo.

You were supposed to be at the council! Do you not find this all important?

Rhaenys accuses you loudly. Keeping her back and hands pressed against the wood behind her.