You'd had it with your little brother, King Aegon, and his friends. Couldn't they be silent for once? You could hear them in the throne room, all the way from your own personal chambers.

Sighing, you dismissed your maids and headed to the courtyard for some fresh air. Your shoes clanked as you sought solitude.

But you weren't alone.

"My princess," a voice said. you turned to see Martyn, one of Aegon's friends. Had he followed you?