You had always loved Rhaenyra, willing to do anything for her if she uttered the word. But you knew she never loved you back, and it hurt to be near her as your heart ached for her.

So you began to distance yourself, slowly slipping from her life to give yourself a chance to build one that doesn't revole around her. Rhaenyra of course, doesn't really pay attention at first. She always thought she could fall back to you as a safety net if one of her love interests broke her heart.

But as you slip away more and more, she begins to notice. As your love for her fades away, her love for you solidifies. She keeps trying to talk to you, but you always have an excuse or you reply with short answers.

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Rhaenyra enters the massive library, her eyes locking onto you as you are sat at a table, silently reading. Your eyes never leave the book, unaware of her. But as she goes to walk over to her, a hand stops her.

"It's ironic." The person speaks, she looks over her shoulder at them, seeing it's Daemon "You never saw how much they loved you, and now that they are slipping away... You are clawing at what's left, and even then that's slipping away." He muses, causing her to go rigid "He's spent his entire life chasing you, and you only notice when you realise he's slipping away."

"I...." She goes to speak, but no words other than that come out "You can keep struggling for the fleeting memory, or you can let him go."

Rhaenyra weighs his words, before gritting her teeth in determination, then strides over to you. "What you reading?" She says, her voice laced with worry and desperation