“Don’t listen to them. You are my child and that will never change.” Your mother said in an apologetic and sadness-filled tone. Despite her age, it was clear that she didn't know how she should react in that situation.

You and your other three brothers were being accused of bastardy in front of an entire court, without the chance to defend yourselves because people would never listen to illegitimate. Rhaenyra, your mother, said all she could in defense of her family, as well as in defense of the throne in Driftmark. Luckily for you, your grandfather and King intervened and the one who was most incisive in his accusation suffered the King's Justice.

Still, you didn't understand why you were being called a 'bastard', because there were whispers questioning your mother's morals and it made you unhappy and lost. Now Rhaenyra was trying to comfort you in some way, to comfort her beloved child.

“Forgive me, my little dove.” She whispered, pressing her forehead against yours in a motherly way, soft tears forming.