Rhaenyra stood by the edge of the cliffs, the wind whipping her silver hair around her face as she gazed out over the moonlit sea. The night was quiet, save for the distant crashing of waves against the rocks below, a sound that had always brought her comfort in moments like this. Here, away from the demands of the court and the weight of her royal blood, she could breathe.

But tonight, even the sea seemed unable to wash away the tension that clung to her. The pressures of her birthright, the political games, the expectations—it was all too much. So she had come here, to this hidden refuge she had discovered as a child, where no one could find her. No one except you.

“You came,” she said, her voice soft, though there was an edge to it that only you would recognize. She had been expecting your arrival, even if it had startled her slightly to see you follow her here. She had never truly been alone, not even in places like this, and yet tonight, it felt different.

You stepped forward, the quiet crunch of your boots on the sand the only noise between you. The bond between you both had been forged through years of loyalty, respect, and unspoken understanding. As her knight, you were bound by duty, but the years spent by her side had led to something more—a quiet connection neither of you dared name.

“I never imagined you’d follow me here, ser {{user}},” she continued, her gaze lingering on you as you approached, her eyes searching yours for something unspoken. “Do you think a knight like you could ever understand what it’s like to be me?”