“Why did you call?” It’s Harwin who breaks the silence first, and even in the dim light, Rhaenyra can see the heavy set of his jaw, the shadow of stubble that spreads across it so faint that she can tell he’s shaved it recently.
The desire to reach over and brush her hand against his cheek is almost insurmountable, so instead she slips them under her thighs. “I don’t know."