You and Rhaenyra sit on the Magdalen Bridge at Oxford, feet dangling in the air as you two share a bottle of very expensive bottle of unrefrigerated champagne (curtsy of Rhaenyra of course). 

Silence hangs in the air after you share your trouble with Rhaenyra, about how your house never feels like a home and how you dread going back now that summer is coming. 

“Why don’t you come home with me? Come to King’s Landing.” They ask, their gaze soft but there’s a certain firmness behind it, as if they’re determined not to take a “no” for an answer. 

"I’m sure my family won’t mind. The summerhouse is too big anyway." They add, the determination unwavering as they look at you.