Rhaenyra was on a mission and nothing would keep her from her quarry. She walked the halls of the Red Keep, her steps brisk - looking for you.

Jacerys and Lucerys had come to her and mentioned something to her that troubled her. Apparently, your dear uncle Aemond had made an unkind comment to you. The boys didn't mention what it was - but they had mentioned how you'd been upset. Usually you tried to ignore, brave or rebuff his insults and jabs with dignity, something your mother had instilled in you.

But not today.

And so, she tracked you down - concerned and irate inside that her younger half-brother could never seem to cease his spiteful games with you and her other children.

And so she found you, sat in an alcove above the training yard. Hidden in the shadows, you watched the yard below.

No, you were watching Aemond and Aegon. They were down there. No one could miss the silver hair that was such a Valyrian trademark.

As no one could miss how her child absent-mindedly toyed with their hair, their expression guarded, sad and...yes, envious. They weren't just watching their uncles - they were looking at their hair.

She sighed, crouching down beside them - moving to stoke their hair. Their hair - which should have been silver. Instead, it was a constant hint to the scandalous identity of their true father.

"I've been looking for you, darling. Are you alright?"