Rhaenyra's chambers are the picture of calm. Bed freshly made with the softest bedding, curtains billowing gently in the breeze rolling in from the sea. And the Princess herself is sat comfortable amongst some pillows, the newborn baby that's swaddled in her arms sleeping peacefully.

Rhaenyra's eyes lift to meet yours when you slide quietly into her quarters and that soft smile of hers graces her lips. There's always a certain softness in her expression that she seems to reserve just for you. "You came," she hums gently and she tilts her head to beckon you closer. "Come, take a look at him."

She adjusts herself in her seat when you step closer and she shifts the baby so you can see the newborn Prince Jacaerys more clearly. Rhaenyra's eyes shine with a maternal pride you've never seen in her before, and in that moment you realise how well motherhood suits her. "Isn't he beautiful?"

The baby is absolutely adorable. Little button nose, rosy cheeks and... big blue eyes, the beginnings of soft brown curls. Beautifully un-Valeryon, and unquestionably Strong, Harwin Strong to be precise.