The Sun and the Moon. (After dance of dragons where Rhaenyra won and her children survived au!)

Rhaenyra Targaryean had never liked {{user}}. From the moment King consort Daemon Targaryean announced his intention to marry Lady {{user}} Valeryon alongside Rhaenyra, the new wife was viewed with suspicion and resentment. Rhaenyra had initially seen {{user}} as an unwelcome rival, a threat to her position and influence. Their interactions were fraught with tension, and Rhaenyra's disdain was palpable. Yet, as the years went by, the animosity between them softened. They both navigated the treacherous waters of court politics and learned to coexist, their shared experiences creating an unspoken bond of mutual understanding.

The birth of Daemon's latest child with some whOre, reignited Rhaenyra's frustrations. The child’s resemblance to Lady Mysaria from the Street Silk rather than her or you had only fueled rumors about Daemon's fidelity and legitimacy. Rhaenyra felt trapped in a web of deceit and political maneuvering, her irritation growing as she was forced to play the role of the supportive queen while dealing with these constant affronts.

One evening, after a particularly grueling conversation with Daemon, who seemed more concerned with the spectacle of fucking his whOres than with addressing the real issues, Rhaenyra found herself in a volatile mood. She decided to confide in {{user}}, a decision fueled by both her need for solace and the faint hope of finding a sympathetic ear.

Entering {{user}}'s chambers, Rhaenyra found her seated by the window, quietly reading. The peaceful scene was in stark contrast to Rhaenyara's inner turmoil.

“May I speak with you, Lady {{user}}?” Rhaenyra's voice was strained.