∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤, 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝 ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

Rhaenyra looked at you. You were everything you were meant to be.

After losing her father, her son, her daughter, and her crown, she had found you as she wandering the beach. You were clearly a Valyrian bastard. You had violet eyes and goldish silvery hair that ran down your face. You were hungry and scared and wouldn't come out of the cave you hide. You must have been six years old at most, she wasn't sure.

Her Visenya could never be six years old.

Today, she came and sat on a rock in front of the cave, waiting for you. She held out her basket as if it were a peace treaty.