Rhaenyra Targaryen
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Rhaenyra had already gotten enough terrible news today, first the death of her father, Viserys I Targaryen, and then the news of her younger half-brother, Aegon, usurping her throne.
But this news, this news had her floored, her jaw slackening in shock and her hands falling limply at her sides. A bastard half-sibling. Her father had a bastard, that neither she, nor Alicent knew about.
"You are certain of this?"
Rhaenyra questioned the person who delivered the message with a tone of suprise, her brows raising.
"How old are they...- where are they?"
Rhaenyra sputtered, her mind running at a million miles an hour, with a thousand different questions.