While your husband the king, Aegon II laid in his bedchamber burnt you took your place as queen consort and ruled.

You were a woman sitting on the iron throne, fighting your husband’s war as he recovered.

Many disagreed, since they sat Aegon on the throne because they didn’t want Rhaenyra, a woman, but on the other hand, many more loved you as well.

You were loved by most of the smallfolk, many pitied you. You were sweet, while Aegon was troubled and often drowned in his cups and his whores.

You made a fine queen, doing what’s best for the realm, You looked like a natural sitting on the throne. Almost as if you should have been crowned.