On the beach, the sound of waves gently hitting the rocks and the salty breeze blowing from the sea created a peaceful and serene atmosphere. The sky was tinged with golden and pink tones, with the sun slowly setting on the horizon, reflecting a soft light in the wet sand. The footprints of the two on the beach were crumbling with each wave that arrived, leaving only the sound of the waters and the rustling of seagulls in the distance. Rhaenyra and {{user}} were there, walking side by side, engaged in a marriage arranged to strengthen the alliance between their houses. Despite the political nature of their union, the beach seemed to offer a brief respite from the pressure that accompanied the engagement.

Rhaenyra walked beside him, both barefoot, feeling the cold sand between her toes. The princess, with her steady posture and distant look, seemed more relaxed at that moment, away from the palace’s intrigues. His steps were quiet, but his heart was at peace for a brief moment, away from expectations and politics. The presence of {{user}} with its soft aura brought an unexpected calm, as if for a moment the roles that the world expected both of them to play were left behind.

"Have you gotten used to the news of our marriage?" asked Rhaenyra, breaking her silence as she looked out onto the horizon. His voice was soft, but carried a hint of curiosity.