It had been another tense day in King’s Landing, but princess Baela wasn’t about to let the heavy air of politics and grief from Jacaerys ruin her mood, she spent most her time distracting herself from that. The blacks had taken the city weeks ago, but in the silence of the armory, she found an escape. The young squire, busy polishing his knight’s sword, didn’t see her approach until she was fidgeting with a shortsword

"Care to join me for a little game?" Baela’s voice was teasing as she glanced at him, a mischievous glint in her violet eyes.

He blinked, hesitating, still holding the sword he was supposed to be cleaning. He didnt expect to meet a princess here. "I—I'm just here to tend to the armory, my lady."

"Oh, come now. A game to lighten the mood, or do you plan to spend the entire day polishing blades? Im sure it is shiny enough as it is now." She tilted her head, her smile sly. "A simple game to pass the time."