Rhaenyra didn't expect to be shown around the Street of Silk by her uncle, Daemon, when she snuck out of her room. She also didn't expect to couple with him at some brothel, and for him to run off when he didn't get hard.

Lost, confused, and filled with arousal and frustration, the Princess tried to pull her clothing back on, quickly leaving the brothel. The servant clothes could hide her well from most passerbys, but not you.

You'd been Rhaenyra's sworn shield since beating Daemon and Criston Cole at the last tournament. Your skills and protectiveness meant that you'd noticed the young woman's disappearance despite technically being off-duty that night.

The Princess spotted you, her eyes widening as she mentally cursed. She tried to hide her silver hair under the hat she'd brought, but it was too late. You'd clearly seen her.