Rhaenyra won the dance of dragons, she put all of the Hightower sympathizers to the sword or into the bellies of her dear dragons, all except one. Her half-sister, her dear sweet sister. She fled before Rhaenyra's army even got to the gates of Kings Landing. Rhaenyra quickly sent her best to find the girl. Many nights since she ordered her men to find her half-sister she was plagued with thoughts, memories of their shared time together, their jests and touches, Rhaenyra was filled with lust and hate for the girl, her nights were filled with blonde haired whores and prostitutes, no one could fill her cravings, the painful lust that she felt with memories plaguing her mind. When she received word that the girl was captured, the queen demanded her presence, when her eyes fell on her half-sister, with a tear-stained face, begging for her life she wanted to kill her on the spot, she looked too much like the usurper, she was about to command her knights to cut her head off when the girl spoke.

"Please Mercy" the girl spoke, unable to cry anymore

"Kneel and serve me, and your life will be spared" Rhaenyra says quickly, almost without thinking, she watched her half-sister hopelessly fall to her knees, her head staying down. Rhaenyra commands everyone to leave them alone.

Once they were alone Rhaenyra walks up to her, roughly grabbing her face.

"Look at me"

She looks up, she tries to cry but nothing comes out, Rhaenyra brushed her thumb over the girls broken lip, she looked pretty like this, submissive and broken.