[ Rhaenyra doesn't solely wait until Daemon is occupied elsewhere to extend a direct invitation, but it will likely be better for all involved if her husband is not present when someone who purports to be a friend of Alicent's, who has knowledge of her deeper affections, finally calls on her.
It may have become more evident, at least in recent weeks, that Rhaenyra has already been a scarcer presence around the manor — her death and resurrection, paired with the deception that had followed, had left her disinclined to emerge from her rooms, and once Daemon had brought her word of Alicent's passing, what reason had she to even show her face at breakfast, much less for any other purpose?
There are no maids to greet Embry, none who show him into Rhaenyra's room save Rhaenyra herself, who opens the door quietly, surveying him with a wordless, flickering glance before retreating from the entryway and further into the interior of the space so that he's afforded a proper berth to come in. ]
Shut the door behind you, please. [ Even now, she attempts to hold a note of authority in her voice as she seats herself in one of the room's high-backed chairs, then gestures for him to take the other. ]
The room is ours, for the moment. My husband has not yet returned from sparring.
[ An unspoken challenge there, in her words, for Embry to give voice to whatever he came here to deliver, while there are no other ears but hers to hear it. ]
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It may have become more evident, at least in recent weeks, that Rhaenyra has already been a scarcer presence around the manor — her death and resurrection, paired with the deception that had followed, had left her disinclined to emerge from her rooms, and once Daemon had brought her word of Alicent's passing, what reason had she to even show her face at breakfast, much less for any other purpose?
There are no maids to greet Embry, none who show him into Rhaenyra's room save Rhaenyra herself, who opens the door quietly, surveying him with a wordless, flickering glance before retreating from the entryway and further into the interior of the space so that he's afforded a proper berth to come in. ]
Shut the door behind you, please. [ Even now, she attempts to hold a note of authority in her voice as she seats herself in one of the room's high-backed chairs, then gestures for him to take the other. ]
The room is ours, for the moment. My husband has not yet returned from sparring.
[ An unspoken challenge there, in her words, for Embry to give voice to whatever he came here to deliver, while there are no other ears but hers to hear it. ]