"Uncle?" A voice came from beyond the door, its voice calm and small, speaking with a mixture of authority and calmness.
The voice receiving no reply opened the door abruptly, for it had been a few minutes of silence, and obviously, Rhaenyra was tired of waiting.
The door opening let in the light of the room, the warm light hit Rhaenyra first before the smell of dragon and flower, which mixed as it passed her.
Her eyes widened as she took in the scene before her.
In front of her eyes lay Nima within her white gown, which mixed flawlessly with her skin; her eyes were welded shut as a pile of books sprawled around the couch, which she was spread across.
Her head, removed of the red viel reveiled her black horns, which seemed to devour the light from outside, her face as chiselled as stone and without blemishes as Pure marble left it so that anyone who saw her was in awe.
Her chest rose and lowered softly as if she were a part of the room itself and not an actual person.
Rhaenyra's voice was caught within her throat as she looked at this woman. This was one of the six that had followed her uncle, one of the same six that didn't show any courtesy to her father or her, the heir of the seven kingdoms.
Rhaenyra was caught mid-anger at the memories of the day prior and the breakfast that had taken place just a few hours ago.
This anger and jealousy at the woman's beauty overwhelmed the girl, making her oblivious yet aware of the pair of black horns upon the woman's head.
Rhaenyra, caught in anger didnt even know what she was doing as she closed the door and proceeded to walk towards the couch. Her actions, although silent for her was easily heard by Nima, who had awoken yet kept silent.
Her senses were on max as she felt her Niece move through the room.
Rhaenyra cared less for the books, moving them with her heels as she made it to look directly at the chizziled and marbled face.
Looming over the woman, Rhaenyra closely inspected every inch visible and partly those hidden by the gown. What Rhaenyra didn't expect was when she went to raise her hand, Nima's eyes opened with an explosive force freeze both as they stared at one another.
"Hello, Rhaenyra," Nima called out, her lips flush red, breaking into a smile.
Rhaenyra, however, caught mid-slap, flushed red at the woman catching her. She stumbled back as books underneath her heel caused her to slip. The resounding thud echoed within the room as Nima pulled herself up.
The light breaking through the gown revealed her beautiful figure as Nima stretched, yet kept her eyes on her niece.
Rhaenyra, seeming to realise what was going on, spoke with shock. "Yo-you have horns!"
Nima rolled her eyes as she stood and lowered a hand towards the princess currently lying upon the stone-cold floor with books mismatched underneath her.
Rhaenyra didn't take the hand as she steadied herself upwards, her back straightened as she did to reveal a height gap of six inches between herself and Nima.
Although defeated in height, Rhaenyra raised her chin as she tried to look down upon the woman.
Nima watched this display of her niece with mild annoyance and joyfulness like a person watching a baby walk.
"Why do you have horns?" Rhaenyra called out once again, her chin raised high to show her confidence and authority.
"Why do you have breasts?" Nima clapped back, her voice sharp and even more annoyed at Rhaenyra's lack of sense and maturity.
Rhaenyra was stunned at this display as her face turned red, "Why does a 'gifted' person such as you be near my uncle?"
Although Rhaenyra was asking with mild innocence and wanted to anger Nima. Nima simply looked at the young girl with uninterest as she went to grab her veil, which had been strung on the floor.
Rhaenyra, although more stunted than Nima, was quicker as she quickly grabbed the Veil and placed it behind her black and red gown.
"Answer me!" Rhaenyra told in a commanding tone, towards Nima like that to a servant.
Nima looked at the girl with astonishment as her horns began to absorb more light within the surrounding room.
"Give me the Veil," Nima spoke with not the silent face she usually displays or the ignorance of one to a child, but the danger of an eagle to a fish.
Rhaenyra, oblivious to the dangerous face placed upon Nima's, still withheld the veil and spoke with the same entitled tone as before.
"Why do you have horns, Mutant?"
With that remark, Nima promptly pulled her hand back as a resounding *CRACK*. Rhaenyra held her face with one hand as red spread like a fire upon wood. Nima, in one swift action, slapped and grabbed her veil, which she promptly placed upon her head once again, masking her horns as the crown enplaced within the veil allowed for them to blend perfectly.
"H-How Dare You!" Rhaenyra yelled as she jumped for Nima.
Nima was surprised by Rhaeyrna's sudden jump, for herself had little time as the couch behind her was pushed away, and both began to fight.
Amon was within the stables calming a massive head of a horse, which huffed and puffed as Tily gently brushed its hair.
From behind Amon were the others. Lily talked to a group of soldiers, all within a golden armour-like set with faces hidden behind a dragon-like helm. Ronara stood far away, speaking quietly with Tina, who seemed to be nodding along.
Maera sat just away from them all; she was alone, other than two soldiers wearing the same golden armour set guarding her.
From behind all of them came the clamour of armour as Viserys came speed walking to his eldest brother.
"Amon!" Viserys spoke with urgency as from behind him came Otto and Alicent with Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena all following behind.
In front of the group came Ser Harrold and a group of gold cloaks, who all looked at the soldiers wearing golden armour with dragon-like helms with suspicion.
"Yes, Brother?" Amon turned to see Viserys face flushed like he had run all the way from his room to the stables.
"Rhaenyra is fighting!
Amon looked at his brother with disinterest. What was it to him when his niece fought, sure they were connected by blood, but that was effectively cut when Viserys was sworn to the throne.
"One of the women who came with you is fighting her as we speak!" Viserys spoke out of breath as Maera to Tily looked in shock as they all mentally began tallying who was here and who wasn't.
"Nima?" Amon spoke in shock before something within him clicked.
Without a second to process, Amon blinked as he began running into the red keep. Maera and the rest looked with surprise before they too took off to follow Amon.
Viserys, having the wind taken from him, turned to follow Amon as he too followed into the red keep.
Arriving at the room, which was his, Amon found servants blocking the door as Criston Cole tried to break the door down.
Amon, running full speed, slammed Cole out of the way as he booted the door of its hinges.
The sight which he saw left his mouth agape as blood was splattered around the room, from its roof to its floor. The curtains were torn asunder as gowns, black, red, and white, were in tatters.
Standing in the centre of the room was Rhaenyra, holding with one hand her barely togather cloths bleeding heavily from her head, and with the other pointing the curtain rail towards a corner to reveal Nima.
Her figure was covered in blood pouring from her leg, with gown pieces hanging from her horns, and veil trampled on the floor.
The two seemed to be in a stalemate as Amon yelled. "What by the fourteen flames are you two doing!" The two women turned to see Amon standing at the door. Rhaenyra, out of breath, was happy to see her uncle, whilst in the corner, Nima looked both pissed and hopeful.