There was a lot to think about from what Rhaenyra had just come across... with Ronan being considerably more dubious than usual... but she honestly just didn't want to put it into mind.
As she's currently distracted by other things.
Especially the prospects of this current excursion... which was rather exciting.
And as the two of them strolled through a darkened path, the common-clothed and hatted Rhaenyra couldn't help but be intrigued.
As she followed her hooded and clothed-draped lover, who hid his armor underneath it all.
Both of them having intentions to blend right in and explore...
For she was also somewhat curious of the activities and scenes that King's Landing had.
An experience that wasn't hindered by curtains and constricting carriage windows... and a viewing that was also much closer and much steadier than what she's seen from dragonback or even horseback.
One that wasn't restricted by having guards following her around. Made more precarious when it is a stroll in a chaotic city when it is after dark.
The danger and mysteries that hid in its unlit alleys... and the thrill they evoked. It all built quite an anticipation inside Rhaenyra.
And it would seem she was not alone in having this feeling... as a lot of common folk seemed to be rather lively on this very night.
Like in this rather crowded route that they've turned to.
With people creating all sorts of noises. Causing a ruckus that they all seemed used to.
Case in point was some statue imitating a dragon. Routinely breathing fire to the amusement of some drunk onlookers.
Or this other man that might as well be a fire mage… with how he's made his hands spark to create flames and cacklingly showcasing such a feat by her face.
It awed her... yet it also made Ronan chuckle from the side. And with him being curious, he actually went and asked the man how he's done such a thing.
However, he didn't get an answer, for the fire holder kept mum and only mockingly waved those flaming palms to their faces... which was quite a shame.
As Rhaenyra noticed a glint in Ronan's eyes... and the theatrical man could very well be pestered for the truth soon enough.
But that might be a matter for tomorrow as their walk through this rowdy path ensued.
Rowdy enough that cheering could be heard from afar.
And crazy enough for some unknown pair to just be going at it by an intersecting side. With the woman just moaning with no shame.
More passion and more energy was what Ronan suddenly said to them... and that only served to slow and even pause their tryst.
Making Rhaenyra laugh... which then turned into exasperation soon after he japingly proposed that they should do the same thing.
To do such a bold fucking...
Of course, she refused... and just walked further ahead towards the unseemly bards who were playing their instruments to whomever... for pennies and even halfpennies.
With their music distracting her enough to not notice an incoming drunkard... who mistook a Princess like her for a commonfolk boy.
Such a misunderstanding amused Rhaenyra. More so when the trailing Ronan actually tripped the drunkard in good fun for his offense.
Granted, as they shifted through the increasingly denser crowd... Rhaenyra saw a rope walker doing his balancing stunts just above.
And for the next curiosity, they stopped by an aging and eyeless lady, who claimed to be able to show them their deaths.
Yet only spasmed right after they actually participated... muttering something about immortality being unnatural. And that Death should come for us all.
Making the two of them just skip out from her very senile rants of inauthenticity... probably...
Either way, that decision led them onto some kind of stage play.
A show she didn't quite like.
About the Iron Chair and whose bum it might bear.
The running was between... the brother? The daughter? Or the little princeling of three?
With little Aegon being portrayed as the right choice... for apparently, he has two things that the Princess Rhaenyra does not.
A conqueror's name and a cock.
Thankfully, Ronan was present to soothe her... by scaring the powder-faced narrator, the exaggerated cast, and even the treasonous watchers silly.
As his dark-draped figure actually strutted towards their stage... and shockingly, his black cloth actually made itself gone before their very eyes... to reveal his bronzed form as he then uttered Boo!
Well, suffice it to say, panic erupted from there... not just due to the display of magic but also because of what a bronze-armored knight represented.
In any case, the two of them merrily left during that ensuing chaos.
Finding a food stall and buying from it to have something to munch on...
Afterwards, they strolled some more... evading some Goldcloaks' attention.
Her current attire did wonders... while Ronan's disappeared hood-cloak had long reappeared to hide his bronze.
For it was made with a skin of a shapechanger he hunted from Mossovy... which he runed with the intent to make an invisibility hoodie of sorts...
Alas, it was just the cloth itself that turned invisible, not the wearer.
Such a shame, he considered it. And to the runic drawing boards he must go back.
Nonetheless, Rhaenyra still found it impressive... and considering all the nice and thoughtful gestures he's done for her throughout this night... she then and there decided to take up his earlier japing offer.
To fuck boldly.
Then again, they actually just blended themselves amidst a very shadowy yet passionate spot in some local pleasure house.
Wherein the Princess just let Ronan use herself like his own personal whore... with her cunt, her mouth, and even her ass for him to use.
After all, he deserved it.
Ronan deserved all of her, now and forever.
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Coincidentally, back in the Red Keep and at the ruffling King's bed... Queen Alicent couldn't help but think of whatever Ser Ronan might be doing to Rhaenyra whilst they were together.
How she envied what she imagined... how she hoped it was her instead of the Princess.
Alas, she was here... sadly just dreaming of what could have been, as she dully stared at the ceiling...
Accordingly parting her legs while the good King uninspiredly humped on top of her.