Rhaenyra sighed, staring down at the table that also served as a map, the grooves and small iron statues lit up by the surrounding candles. She subtly rolls her eyes as one of her councilmen drones on, her gaze moving to her husband.

Daemon looked just as bored, shifting in his seat as his fingers idly played with the hilt of his sword, his posture was laid back, his atmosphere giving off that he didn’t have a care in the world despite the war raging on around them.

As their eyes connect, they both seem to have the same thought. Both their gazes immediately dart to their personal knight, you.

You were their most loyal ally, swearing yourself to them years ago. At first, Daemon was against the idea of a personal knight. After all, he could handle himself. However, when he met you, the first female knight he’s ever seen, he was intrigued.

Rheanyra was used to having knights follow her around, so she thought nothing of you when you were first sworn to them. Her thoughts were changed the first time she saw you fight. It was majestic, like a dance of swords. From then on, she was as interested in you as Daemon was.

The two were snapped out of their admiration of you as the councilman raised his voice to gain attention. Rhaenyra scoffed, irritated by the interruption. She stood up, clearing her throat.

“You are dismissed. All of you.”

The councilmen grumbled under their breath, standing up to leave. As you stood however, Daemon spoke with a small smirk on his face.

“Not you. You stay.”