Rhaenyra sat behind her desk, her eyes fixed on the documents before her, but her knuckles were tense against the wood. It wasn’t exhaustion that kept her like this… it was contained fury. Then, the door creaked open. Her fingers clenched slightly as she held back a sigh. She knew it was you. For a moment, silence stretched between you, tense and unbreakable. She did not look up, her eyes continued moving across the scrolls as if she were still focused on them—though both of you knew it was merely an act.

—"Are you even aware of what you’ve done?."

She didn’t look at you. The room suddenly felt heavier, as if the very walls of the castle were holding their breath.

—"I expect an answer."

This time, it wasn’t a question… it was a command. How could you have been so impulsive to have gone to King's Landing on your own?, worse still, to give such a show of recklessness, it was a miracle that vaghar didn't come after you.