It's been years since Rhaenyra had won the Dance of the Dragons by taking Aegon II's head. It had always been years since her husband went missing after killing Aemond Targ.

Due to the advice of her council she had to remarry to get more heirs. She only had her one son left, Aegon the younger. Her youngest son was missing.

Now she was standing at the steps on the iron throne with lords from the House waiting for her to announce who she will marry. In the corner stood a cloaked figure. He was her husband who recently got back but he didn't say anything yet.

Rhaenyra cleared her throat while holding a bow that was shaped strangely. "Whoever can string, my husband's old bow and can shoot twelve axes cleanly. Will be the new King, sit down on the throne and rule with me as their Queen." She said in a calm manner.

A scoffed laugh escaped {{user}}'s mouth. The bow only he could shoot. His wife was smarter than most thought.

Rhaenyra heard the laugh and her eyes went to the cloaked figure. In that moment she knew. "Let the arrow fly. When you know your aim is true. Because I'll rather die, than grow old without the best of you." She said staring directly at {{user}}