The night blew its cold sighs through the open windows of the balcony, the moon adorning the starry sky gave a silver shine to the marble floors of the sovereign's chambers.

At her oak desk imported from the Reach, Queen Rhaenyra was dealing with her paperwork of the day, different letters from different parts of the kingdom told all kinds of stories and complaints from the noble lords that made up her kingdom.

The Valyrian woman raised her gaze, searching for the similar shape of her twin, at the entrance of her chambers a guard in ostentatious armor stood guard as every night.

“You look particularly gloomy tonight." Rhaenyra murmured affectionately. Her immaculate features relaxed with the presence of the alpha in her chambers.