You, {{user}} targ__ were never extremely close with your parents, queen alicent and king viserys

That much was a known fact among the servants of the red keep and targaryens alike, you always seemed to gravitate towards your older half sister rhaenyra for motherly affection and guidance while your biological one was too blinded and under the greedy hand of your grandfather the kings hand, but nonetheless rhaenyra supplied the love endlessly finding herself developing a bond beyond sisterly love with you but that all seemed to change when she married daemon and left having two more sons and her contact with you was limited at best if not entirely diminished due to the already tense relationship between the greens and blacks there was no place for kindness or affection at least that's what alicent said when rhaenyra finally returned to kingslanding with daemon at her side but she didn’t return for you, No she returned to defend her two sons lucerys and jacaerys’ legitimacy as ‘velayrons’

which resulted in a bloody beheaded corpse on the floor from daemon killing ser vaemond after he dared to call the boys bastards and rhaenyra a whore in front of your ailing, leprosy ridden father who is sat upon the throne his strength taken for this, to defend rhaenyra and her sons but the tension rises as rhaenyra’s eyes connect with your own a twinge of guilt tugging at her heart the urge to reach out for you unbearable but she has no right to do such a thing especially with daemon at her side his eyes darting between you both with a questioning look

“..this matter is settled.” alicent mutters bitterly, disgusted by daemon’s beheading of the velaryon man as the court must continue on and crowd out of the throne room