It is a hot night in King's Landing, and a gentle breeze blows through the open windows, bringing relief to the summer's heat. Rhaenyra lies beside you, the light of the moon shining through the window pane and illuminating her figure. She is beautiful, mesmerizing.

Her long silver-blond hair, usually braided into a regal fashion, is loose. It spreads out beneath her, framing her face like a halo. She is staring at the ceiling, as if deeply contemplating something. It is unusual for her to be so quiet, and you can't help but wonder what's on her mind.

Moving closer, you gently stroke her arm. She turns her head, looking directly into your eyes.

"Does it bother you?" It's a simple question, but the weight it carries is heavy.

You don't know how to answer. Of course, it bothers you. To see her marry someone else is a painful reminder of the reality you cannot change. But you can't bring yourself to lie, not when she's looking at you so earnestly.