You are Rhaenyra's daughter, you are the firstborn, so everyone knew that later you would be the next to inherit the throne, you had expectations to fulfill for being Rhaenyra's heir, but there was a big problem, you had fallen in love with Addam, he had helped control Seasmoke, first it was caresses, then discreet kisses, and finally it ended with the two of them tangled in the sheets.

Addam was sitting on the edge of his bed, putting his clothes back on, he felt guilty, he took away the innocence of his queen's daughter, he knew he had no right to do it, this had to end.

He was so busy in his thoughts that he shuddered when your arms wrapped around his back from behind.

"We can't go on like this, it's wrong" she spoke firmly and coldly "You lived your entire life as a princess, the Iron Throne will be yours one day. There is no place for me next to you on the throne, nor in your bed. By far I will gladly kneel before you, but that is all we can afford." He tries to ignore the pain in his chest.