Before the union of Rhaenyra with Ser Laenor Velaryon, an event etched forever in memory took place when Daemon claimed Rhaenyra's innocence in the hidden corners of a brothel, planting a seed of life within the princess rightful to the Iron Throne...
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Now, here I go again I see the crystal visions I keep my visions to myself It's only me who wants to wrap them around your dreams
The servant would do as told, and he intended to keep his end of the deal and inform Rhaella of the atrocities he committed. Indeed, he understood he betrayed the young princess, but his mentality was simple: he betrayed her trust to protect his family. This was never personal.
As he approached the young princess's chambers, his heart ached. He knocked slowly on the door, his heart racing with each knock. Silas cleared his throat, "Princess Rhaella?" he called out.
The chamber door swung open, revealing one of the young woman's handmaidens. A girl not much older than Rhaella. "The princess is not here at the moment. Is there anything I may assist you with?"
"Would you know of her whereabouts?" The man questioned, looking past the handmaiden and around the room with his eyes.
"I believe she is in the garden, but it is forbidden to servants," Dorthea replied. "Perhaps you may find her after supper?"
Silas nodded. "Perhaps, I will."
He turned away and began walking towards the garden for the royals. While wandering around the area, he awaited the princess's arrival, or if she were near.
The man grew slightly impatient, and he began yelling her name. "Rhaella? Princess Rhaella?"
At the sound of her name, the young girl peered from the rose bushes and found Silas lingering around like a lost animal. "Are you looking for me, Silas?" she called out.
"I-I am!" he replied nervously. "I must tell you something."
With a vibrant smile, the woman gestured for the man to continue. "You may tell me anything, Silas."
Upon seeing Rhaella's seemingly innocent and sweet demeanor, the man had second thoughts. "Well, I-I don't know if I can now."
Behind a large tree stood the menacing Prince Aemond, who sharpened his dagger while smirking at the man. "You may continue. I am simply sharpening my dagger to cut the thorns from the roses."
"Rhaella, what I must tell you..."
The woman looked at the servant with worry. "You needn't worry about anything. I am certain what you tell me shall not be of vile nature."
Silas's face lit a bright red as his stomach began to fill with disgust for his actions. "I-I betrayed you, Rhaella. I was the informant for Queen Alicent. I caused your mother's demise and betrayed you beyond belief."
The smile Rhaella once had dissipated into an expression of grief. She grieved over losing her closest friend since arriving at the castle and her mother. "You," she began while pointing at the man, "you caused Akira's death?"
