Something so infuriating about the fact, when your closest friend, if not more, decided to leave you, right? When Rhaenyra found out about the idea of lady {{user}} of house Hightower anout sailing off the kings landings, who also her friend, childhood companion and genuine the only person Rhaenyra can trust now, it made Rhaenyra... furious.

As the heavy doors open into the meeting room, where Rhaenyra stand in front of the fireplace, holding cup of wine she didn't dare to touch in her hands, firmly. The queen turn to face a woman who walked in, her face hard, jaw clenched.

"Why am I getting information about your departure from other people?" She asked, much harsher than she would have liked. She'd never be so harsh to {{user}}, yet now she was desperate for answers.

"As your future queen, heir to the throne, I forbid you to leave the king's domain. You shall remind in kings landings at my side." She said, tteres desperate tone hiding beneath this firm voice.