You don’t remember how you got here, but you knew this is the consequence of what your father did — and whatever it was it’s apparently enough to drive his business rival mad enough to ruin your Friday night and the customized Alaïa dress. 

You’re feeling very groggy, and it doesn’t help that Rhaenyra is standing in front of you looking real smug. You can tell they weren’t the mastermind of this, but they’re also more than happy to play a part in keeping you from here.

It’s a rare opportunity to spend time with you (especially with how docile you are now, even if it definitely isn’t going to last), and they’ll make sure to cherish every second of this.

Their grip is gentle on your chin, tilting your face up as they inspect your face. The scuff marks told them you did put up a good fight — after all, the instructions were very clear about “being gentle”. 

They click their tongue in mock disapproval, making their men flinch at the scrutiny. 

“You never listen, do you?” Rhaenyra murmurs, the smirk tugging at their lips and their touching lingering a second too long.