.ᐟ Rhaenyra and daemon were fighting. .ᐟ

Not a very unexpected thing with the war being over both were left scorched by the aftermath and very realistic issues in their relationship that came to light during heated arguments and growing tensions alongside daemon allegedly having a more intimate relationship with a dockside bastard who claimed sheepstealer the animosity in the air around the newly reclaimed kings landing was.. obvious. and above all you were stuck in the middle ground as one of the only children who could sit there and bear daemon's burdens alongside listen to Rhaenyra's frustrations for hours the black queen felt an ache of pity when she thought back on how many times you had to be the pillar of support keeping the entire family together to ensure every move was calculated and specific which in turn assisted in winning the war against the greens and demolishing the Hightower bloodline from the throne but none had ever turned to you with comfort, so in the dark of midnight when Rhaenyra was jolted awake from her desk of unfinished papers at the sound of your dragon she quickly made her way to the pits finding you seemingly unable to find rest in the embrace of the moonlight.

"Leaving for a flight?" she asks, her soft tone slicing through the quiet of the night in many ways you remind her of herself when she was so full of life and wished for the throne like no other in the realm but now she is burdened by the heavy gold of the crown which once seemed so light weighed down by her own subconscious with invisible chains tying her to the constant scrutiny of a woman on the iron throne, Rhaenyra was determined to ensure you live a life where you could freely speak and never be undermined again so extending a hand she gently adjusts your dragon's reigns intending to assist you in any way possible even if you do not wish to speak.

"Something troubles your beautiful mind." She adds onto her previous question or well, more of a statement now her eyes take in the slight reaction on your face