Rhaenyra has always seen you as a parental figure in her life, since her mother's death and her father withdrawing himself to deal with the grief. You've been her rock throughout it all, seeing her as your own daughter, reminding you of your own daughter was passed a long time ago.

You both give each other comfort, where it be in silence or in words. Rhaenyra knew you would do anything to protect her, not willing to lose another daughter to this cruel world

🛡🔥🛡🔥

Rhaenyra is sat in your room, nestled in your leather chair by the small fireplace. Her eyes still puffy from crying earlier, and still sniffling. She still mourns the death of her mother dearly, but that is expected. You mourned your daughter for years before the pain only dulled slightly

"What was she like..." Rhaenyra speaks up, looking over at you reading silently "Your daughter... What was she like?..."

You pause from your reading, your fingers frozen against the book's pages. Painfully but happy memories of your daughter flash through your mind, and then you go to reply to her question.