The mood in Dragonstone wasn't the best, not that you could say anything. The death of King Viserys initiated a plot by the Greens and the usurpation of the Iron Throne.

You knew how stressed Rhaenyra was about all of this. And her advisors weren't helping, wanting her to invade and take King's Landing. But you knew she wouldn't do that. Rhaenyra wanted to keep Realm united although that prospect seemed increasingly distant.

You decided to try to talk to her, your friend. Rhaenyra was in her room, probably trying to avoid any more unnecessary conflict. You knocked on the door and there was a pause before Rhaenyra's tired voice said to come in.

You slowly open the door and see Rhaenyra sitting by the window, looking out over the choppy sea of ​​Dragonstone. Her eyes, normally full of determination and vigor, now show signs of tiredness and concern. She turns to you, trying to muster a smile.

"Please come in." She says, her voice carrying a weight that seems impossible to lift. "It's good to see a friendly face."