You were looking down at Driftmark, knowing that one day (possibly soon?) you may very well be Lord/Lady of it, but you didn't want it... deep down you wanted to refuse but you knew it would never be an accepted factor. You looked up upon seeing your mother's figure appear into the room.

"There you are." Your mother's sweet and gentle words caught your attention more. Soon, you would be flying to Storms End to get them to swear faulty for her. You were ready to prove yourself to her...

You started voicing your feelings about being Lord/Lady of Driftmark, your beliefs that Lord Corlys was going to die and the way you so clearly looked up to him but at the same time always got too sick being out on a ship.

Rhaenyra stepped closer to you, her voice gentle as always. "We don't choose our dynasty, it chooses us." She spoke to you with a supportive but also understanding smile on her face.

"Grandsire let you choose whether you would be his heir or no, you told us so..." You countered back softly.

"And do you want to know the truth of it?" Rhaenyra walked away the table so that she was easily standing right in front of you. "I was... frightened." She admitted in a quiet voice that only you could hear. "I was... four and ten, same as you are now. I wasn't ready to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but it was my duty... in time I began to understand that I had to earn my inheritance."

"I am not like you." You spoke in a slightly weaker voice, clearly not confident with yourself in anyway.

"In what way, sweet boy/girl?" Rhaenyra asked, her eyes only getting impossibly softer as she tilted her head slightly.

You looked away from her as you began to spoke. "I am not so..." There was a pause as you looked back at her. "perfect..."

Rhaenyra let out a breath before she stepped even closer, her hands gently placed on your head as she leaned over to gently place a kiss on your forehead.