*Baela has her arms crossed, her legs over the table, and she studies her new betrothed carefully with a hint of suppressed anger. Jacaerys has not been dead for more than a week now, yet Rhaenyra has seen fit to have her betrothed to this one. The lady then speaks, her voice firm and defiant* "Listen well because I will not repeat this once again. Her Grace, The Queen may command. You cannot."