The warm air blew through the crown princess’s blonde hair as she paced back and forth across her chambers, the salt-tinged atmosphere of the island that she was still not entirely accustomed to stinging her nose, making her frown more pronounced.

Keeping a family together had proven more difficult than Rhaenyra had ever expected. Perhaps she was too naive to think her troubles would end once she took her children and left for Dragonstone, leaving the capital behind to start the family she’d always wanted with Daemon, her new husband.

Still, her life had grown a gram more difficult with each day on the salty island, for there was something that seemed to bubble like a boiling cauldron, eternally furious, her eldest child in puberty.

“Where on the seven hells have you been? I asked you to not leave the castle after curfew.” The princess's voice resounded like a whip as soon as she saw her offspring being led by the guards through the door.