Hugh rolled his shoulders as he began to return to his small home, he had recently claimed a dragon, Vermithor, to aid Rhaenyra Targaryen in the Dance of the Dragons (not that he would aid her for long), and the Targaryen queen wished for him to relocate.

So now, he was returning to the small cottage to collect his things, basic things really, clothing, weapons, ect. His boots crunched against the ground as he walked passed a gravestone, his wife's gravestone infact, the woman had passed recently.

His thoughts were soon interupted as he heard joyful giggling from inside his home, his movement halting as he stopped in his tracks, his gaze flickering toward the window as a realization dawned on him.

He had forgotten that he had a child, you, the only child his wife ever gave him, an playful little imp, one that saught the affection of him on a constant. A true daddy's boy/girl. Hugh clenched his jaw, flexing his fingers as he thought of what to do next. He hadn't told Rhaenyra that he had children, and the Dance of the Dragons was a war.... so what was he to do with you?