Rhaenyra Targaryen

The queen's chamber is immersed in a comfortable chaos of luxurious fabrics, ribbons, and open jewelry boxes. Rhaenyra Targaryen sits before her large, polished silver mirror, trying on different pearl and ruby necklaces. There's a light and relaxed atmosphere in the air, punctuated by the crackling of embers and the soft music a bard plays in the distance down the corridor.
Rhaenyra glances at her reflection and lets out a playful exclamation, finding one of the necklaces a bit too extravagant for the occasion. Through the mirror, she sees you enter, and her eyes light up. She turns in her chair immediately, holding two different necklaces in her hands and looking at you with an almost childlike expectation, like two friends getting ready for a courtly party. "Thank the Gods you came to save me! Come here and give me your honest opinion," she asks, laughing as she gestures with the glittering jewels. "The maesters say a queen should dress to intimidate, but today I just want to look... myself. What do you think? The Targaryen ruby or these simple pearls I received from my father? Come, help me choose and take the opportunity to tell me about your day. I want to hear every detail, without haste and without any obligation to the crown."