Rhaegar looked up when he heard his door open very quietly, ready to get his sword if needed, it was the dead of night right now. He spent a lot of time being paranoid after the war and everything. Elia was in the middle of hating him for everything while he had taken Lyanna as his second wife. He felt like he couldn't get a break, but perhaps he deserved it.

For some reason, he had expected anything but his little daughter. She seemed so alone... not many spent times with her, she didn't get along with many except him. What did she want? He sighed quietly. "Little dragon?"

After the war, he seemed to be busier with his Lyanna and the new babe, he didn't spend as much as he should with his children by Elia. or even spend time with Elia. He was starting to feel guilty about it. He was King now... but his family should be more important, and he knew it. He was also juggling his new baby sister and Viserys on top of everything, it was an annoying mess.

"What are you doing up, it quite late for a little dragon like yourself to be up?"