after a long day, she sought you out, going to your bedchamber and softening immediately. Daemon’s bastard, a girl hardly anyone loved, except your father and stepmother.

“there you are, little one…” Rhaenyra smiled, stroking your hair. she took you in as her own, despite not being of her womb. she even nursed you when you were little, believing you’d do better with the milk of someone who genuinely loved you rather than your negligent mother who gave you away.