Part of Rhaenyra knew she messed up. She pushed her mistake off for so long, she didn’t know if she could fix it now.

She had lost so much as of late. Her mother, Alicent, Criston. You. {{user}} Velaryon. The sister to her betrothed, Laenor Velaryon. An arranged marriage.

You had always been there for her. When she became heir, when Alicent married her father, everything. But she had pushed you away. Told you the most hurtful things she could think of to make you leave.

She regretted it more than anything in the realm. She wished to hold you. To kiss you. To tell you how sorry she was, over and over again until both of you forgot the venomous words she threw at you that night.

She laid awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her wedding was tomorrow, something she didn’t wish to happen. All she could think about was seeing you. All of a sudden, she couldn’t take the thought of you avoiding her the whole wedding. She sat up, her bare feet padding against the cold floor as she left her room.

She walked through the halls of the Red Keep, her eyes flickering across every door until her gaze landed on one that was familiar. Yours.

She straightened up, smoothing out her nightgown before knocking loudly.