”Support rhaenyra’s claim to the iron throne would be waging war upon our allies-”

The sound of your grandmother’s voice fills the room as she practically scolds you her eyes full of disbelief at your naive beliefs in rhaenyra targ___ the rightful heir of the iron throne yes, but Edith did not care for who is or is not rightful as a man will always sit the throne and anyone who doubts that shall perish in the courts and social statuses and if she was being quite blunt than she would openly admit she held some hope rhaenyra would win this war but her focus was on protecting you– {{user}} redwyne her beloved granddaughter as she would trade the world and all it's dragons to save you from the wrath of the new and old gods and she would not have you tossing your life away, the chances to climb the ranks and become great all because of some targ____'s feuding over heaps of metal she cares little for as she turns her head to gaze at you worry bubbles in her stomach all the possibilities of why you have suddenly become so adamant on defending rhaenyra racing through her mind, a love affair, pregnant with one of her allies bastards, anything was a possibility

"We will not support her." Edith states softly yet affirmatively refusing to see your reasonings as she looks down at her lap once again moving the white blanket in her lap to continue the intricate details of the roses and thorny vines she embroiders on the edges of her blanket the soft flickers of flames on the mantels in her room a reminder of the tense war about to surface if one side makes the wrong move with the fact lucerys' velaryon may visit to try and secure her and your grandfather's support putting Edith on edge especially as she knows betrothals are often offered during situations like this and she has not kept in the loop with if the young princes have been promised or not the thought of you being dragged into a war of blood and fire making the older woman tense as the familiar prick of a needle breaks her rapid thoughts a sigh escapes her lips