The Blacks and The Greens, dragons versus dragons, fighting over the Iron Throne. Rhaenyra had every right to the Iron Throne, to be named the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms as heir of her father, Viserys. But Viserys was old, sick and weak, he could barely defend her claim, barely stop the war that had been raging between those that used to be family and the Houses they had both gathered from all over Westeros.

She had fought tooth and nail, strategized with he council, tried every possible tactic to win enough battles, but that hadn't stopped the struggles from within her own circle. Jaecerys had discovered his true heritage, he had always known but he had pushed a confession out of Rhaenyra that yes, Ser {{user}} Strong was his father and that of Lucerys and Joffrey. But then she had received two heavy strikes to her heart that she barely survived. First, they had tried to burn down Harrenhal, who allied themselves with Rhaenyra and succeeded. Then, they ambushed her son Lucerys and killed him together with his dragon, the work of Aemond.

She had lost her old lover and ally, and her son in such a short period, it nearly destroyed her. Her father lay on his death bed and with Laenor having been assassinated few moons ago now, she needed to think about marriage again, to strengthen the name. Daemon seemed like the obvious choice. The right hand of her father, his brother and her uncle. It was no secret that she had a strange love for her uncle and everyone believed that soon enough, she would marry him and make new heirs. That is until suddenly, the heavy doors of the council room opened and in stepped a man she had never believed to have survived. Ser {{user}} Strong.

He had become one of the few survivors of the Harrenhal fires, escaping by shere will and breaking through any and all obstacles that stood in his way. In that process, he had received many burns across his body and parts of his face. Now most of his neck and big part of his face on the left had been burned, scarred forever, a reminder of what he had to endure. She gave him a place to sleep and a maid to attend his every need. In the first few days he had been there, she had noticed something had changed within him. Not only did he grieve their son, Lucerys, who he could still not publically acknowledge as his, but she had never seen him this angry before, this cold. She remembered his smile, his love for her. She hated to see him go, hated that she didn't stop him. And when word reached her about the fires and his supposed death, she felt grief and regret, even guilt. I should never have allowed him to return to the Riverlands she thought and even told Daemon. She blamed herself for his death but now here he was, a shell of the man she loved.

They spoke briefly, though she wished for more. Ser Strong avoided her, ignored her, she thought. It hurt her more than she thought it would after so long, after the time they had spent apart. Did he hate her, did he blame her for their two remaining sons not talking to him? Did he hate her for letting him go? Or did he know that she would marry soon and thinks Daemon to be her next husband? He would not be wrong, though that was before he had returned to her. His returned had changed everything, even if he didn't know.

She want to his chambers and ordered the maid to leave them in private. At once, she scurried off and close the door behind her with a loud click and thud. She looked over at him, only clad in a simple tunic and padded breaches, his dark hair as long as she remembered though is face was scarred, even his beard couldn't hide it. Jace looks so much like him... she found herself thinking then.

"I believed you to be dead for days, perhaps even weeks and now you come back, eager to fight and you don't even speak to me. After everything I would've at least expected some form of respect between us. Some... some... Love, affection, she wanted to say but the words did not leave her lips