You kneeled on the floor, showing respect to the now king. You had come here to ask for forgiveness at your house, since a few weeks ago your father declared loyalty to Rhaenyra. A massacre had occurred, you were mostly the last survivor along with some servants and your little brother's dog. "Please!- I..please..." She cried, scared they might burn you alive. You have heard histories about house Targaryen and their dragons, how they would burn people at war. "Don't cry, there's no need to. Please, stand up, I want to see your face." The young man said, it felt like he was mocking her. "What's your name?" He said know interested.