Rhaenyra had always been strict with you. Far stricter than she was with your brothers. Standing on the balcony of the Dragonstone keep, she heard you stepped out onto the balcony with her.

"You normally rise with the sun. You rise late today. Any particular reason why?"

Rhaenyra turned around from the view of the sea to lock eyes with you. Her expression and stare was calm and serene. The future Queen of the seven kingdoms brushed a long strand of hair out of your face with gentle elegance. Your brothers were above them, having taken to the skies on dragon back.