Rhaenor offered a small smile as his sister-wife, though not his full-blooded sister, joined him in the Throne Room of the Red Keep. Rhaenor sat in the Iron Throne a straightened posture, his head tilting.

"Good morning, my love."

Rhaenor hummed, raising his hands to adjust his crown before he allowed his hands to rest on the arms of his Throne. To gain the Throne, Rhaenor had to have lost his father, a tragic thing. But that was life and Rhaenor had remained strong during it.

"How does the morning fare you?"

Rhaenor questioned his wife curiously, his silver lashes fluttering as he blinked. Rhaenor glanced behind his wife, his smile widening as he spotted one of his children peeking out from behind their mothers skirt.

Rhaenor could feel that someone was glaring at him, though he already knew who it was, it was his stepmother. Though he did not truly understand her issue, Rhaenor was the firstborn son, he was always meant to sit the Throne, not to mention, Aegon, the second son, had no interest in the Throne.