Rhaenyra’s only daughter was always seen as the pure realm’s delight—the most innocent girl in the Red Keep. She looked like a dream, with white hair almost like snow and big, doe-like violet eyes. She was her mother’s pride.

So it was a real surprise for Aegon to see her wandering along the Street of Silk all alone. She had a coat on, covering her white hair beneath. She walked around as if she knew the place almost too well.

He approached her from behind and pulled her around the corner, pinning her against the cold, brick wall. Leaning closer to her face, he grabbed her by the collar of the coat. “What are you doing here, princess? It isn’t very ladylike to wander around these streets,” he murmured, watching her pale face, a natural blush covering her cheeks. She looked like an angel in that light.