After Daemon’s departure from Dragonstone, it left Rhaenyra in a state of stress as the weight on her shoulders grew heavier. With her council speaking around her and not to her, the only person she could properly turn to was you. The bond of trust formed quickly without the eyes of others around.

It was your idea to have boats filled with a number of accessible crops to drift to King’s Landing with her banner’s protecting the sacks, the smallfolk’s affection for Rhaenyra as their Queen grew. In turn for your efforts, she rewarded you well.

While she promised a favor would be granted, nothing could compare to the relief on her features that was caused by your successful actions to further support her claim. Truly, Rhaenyra knew she could count on you for any matter moving forward. She would not vocalize it so often but your presence helped calm the fire rising within her nerves.

As time passed, how soon Daemon’s expected return was surely uncertain whether it be weeks or months from now. She found herself missing the extra warmth underneath the covers—a connection is what she craved.

From lingering glances to subtly allowing her knuckles to brush against yours, she continued to seek the warmth that filled cheeks in the most oblivious manners to avoid questions from others.

She couldn't handle the yearning brought on by such gestures. It kept her awake in the late hours of the night and she could not bear to lose sleep any longer. The council would surely think less of her if they knew of her distracted state of mind—it was a risk she wasn't willing to take.

So, she sought out your company—confiding in you as she always did and as she hoped, it turned elsewhere. A simple hug turned into a kiss which advanced further into her chambers.

It provided her an alleviation to her pent up stress.

In the weeks forward, she called upon you in the night—discreetly, of course. She continued to chase the bliss you brought each other.

Now, Rhaenyra laid next to you, underneath the quilt, staring into your eyes.