The rumours of Rhaenyra's fondness for Knights of the Realm had been just that to you, a rumour. Or at least they had been until you were knighted, finally taking your oath, donning armour and cape and dedicating your life to preserving hers.

It started with unnecessary comfortabilities: your own lush quarters, hearty meals, pretty bouquets if fresh flowers left at your bedside. All delivered to you by order of the Princess, making her affections all the more clear.

And then her visits began. Coming by to check you had settled, that you were comfortable. Then the excuses ran out and so Rhaenyra gave up coming up with them, for the simple fact is that she enjoys you. Your company. How you smile, how you gaze at her as she speaks with a slight twinkle in your eyes. Your complete and utter devotion to her... it does things to her heart.

Her fingertips dance idly over the petals of the flowers she gave you recently, prettily displayed in a modest vase on the small table by your chamber window. "Do you like them?" Rhaenyra hums, glancing over at you with pride in her eyes that's tinged with slight excitement, "Moonblooms. They only flower when basked in light from a full moon."