Hod x oc

King of the narrow sea

"Uncle is back, no wars are fought. This is the most peaceful day this month" Rhaynna said standing beside her sister watching as their father and uncle talked. Rhaenyra chuckled, glancing at her sister with a smile. "Yes, it's quite a relief to have a peaceful day for once. No wars, no battles, just a quiet moment to breathe." She watched their father and uncle conversing, her expression becoming a bit more serious. "I wonder what they're discussing," she mused, curiosity sparking in her eyes." Rhaynna followed her sister's gaze, watching their father and uncle with a hint of curiosity as well "Probably something important," she suggested. "Father and uncle always have matters to discuss regarding the kingdom." She said.

Rhaenyra nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. "Yes, you're right. It's probably regarding taxes, or trade agreements, or something of the sort." She paused for a moment, her expression turning a tad mischievous. "Or maybe they're discussing more interesting matters," she teased, a sly smile playing on her lips "like?" Rhaynna asked curiously Rhaenyra leaned closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper "Oh, you know... the latest rumors and scandals circulating in the court. Or perhaps they're discussing someone's latest romantic escapade." She said "you think father is interested in that? Go listen" Rhaynna said pushing her sister to where the men were.

"Cupcakes" Rhaynna said turning to the food table before Quentyn chuckled as he noticed Rhaynna's attention on the food table "A sweet tooth, I see," he teased, a small smile on his lips as he approached her "Oh you scared me" She said turning to him licking the icing off her finger. Quentyn watched her licking the icing off her fingers, his smile widening "My apologies for the scare, princess," he chuckled. "Although, I must say, I think that cupcake should be more afraid of you than you are of me." "How so?" She asked. Quentyn glanced down at the cupcake in question, then back to her. "Well, the cupcake is defenseless against you, princess. It's being devoured with great enthusiasm by the lovely and relentless princess Rhaynna." He smiled as Rhaynna blushed at his comment, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. She smiled sheepishly, holding up the half-eaten cupcake in her hand.

"I suppose you have a point," she admitted, a hint of playful annoyance in her tone. "But in my defense, it's a delicious cupcake. I couldn't help myself." Quentyn chuckled softly, enjoying her playful demeanor. "Oh, I don't blame you, princess. I completely understand the allure of a good cupcake." He looked at the remaining half of the cupcake she held, a hint of mischief in his gaze. "Although, it seems a shame to waste such a treat on just yourself. Perhaps we could share it?" He said "Oh" She said blushing as he grabbed her hand and fed him the cupcake.

His eyes locked with hers as he savored the sweetness of the cupcake, a small smile playing on his lips. "Mmm, it's delicious," he murmured, not breaking their gaze. "But then again, just about anything becomes even sweeter when shared with you, princess."...would you like to see the gallery? Norvos and Qohor gifted my father some Tapestries" She asked blushing changing the subject Quentyn, sensing her change of subject, smiled understandingly. He could tell she was a bit flustered by his comment. "Of course, I'd love to see the gallery. Lead the way, princess." He offered his arm, an invitation to guide her through the halls, Rhaynna took his arm, her hand resting lightly on his elbow. Together, they walked through the castle halls, the sound of their footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls. As they walked, she stole occasional glances at him, admiring the casual elegance he exuded. Finally, they arrived at the gallery, where the gifted tapestries were displayed.

"...not many men enjoy looking at tapestries" She said breaking the silence Quentyn chuckled, his eyes roaming over the display of tapestries spread out before them "I suppose that's true," he mused. "Most men prefer horses and swords. But there's also a certain beauty in the craftsmanship and the stories these tapestries tell." "Same goes for flowers" She giggled Quentyn raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Ah, so you've noticed that about me, have you? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You've always been perceptive, princess." He looked at the flowers on display in the gallery, their vibrant colors and rich textures bringing life to the gallery. "But yes, I quite enjoy flowers," he admitted. "There's something tranquil about them, a sense of beauty and grace. Just like you, princess."