The Red Fortress stood majestically under the sky of a deep red, its towering towers reflecting the tones of a sunset that seemed to foreshadow changes. Rhaenyra Targaryen, now aware that times required bold actions, had a bold plan in mind. Disguised as a septa, dressed in the simple robes of a nun, she walked silently through the halls, her heart racing by the expectation and anxiety to meet her beloved.

Since childhood, Rhaenyra always felt something special for you, the younger sister of Alicent. However, out of respect for the old friendship, never dared to act on their feelings. This respect had become an invisible barrier, but after the recent usurpation of the throne, Rhaenyra had become determined to claim not only what was rightfully hers, but also the love that had always been within her reach.

Following the gentle echoes of song and prayer, he headed for the altar where Balerion’s skull, the Black Terror, rested. It was a place of reverence and reflection, and Rhaenyra knew that {{user}} used to take refuge there for comfort. Upon entering the room, he saw you in deep meditation, the soft light of candles creating a subtle halo around you.

"Finally alone, we need to talk," Rhaenyra whispered, revealing herself.