The room is a cacophony of raised voices and accusations, everyone pointing fingers trying to find someone to blame for the accident that just occurred.

The beginning of the argument was understandable enough: words exchanged in the heat of emotion, and anger over Aemond claiming Vhagar despite the girls’ fresh grief. Their tears barely had the chance to dry yet the boy had already taken Vhagar, the very last thing that belonged to their beloved mother — what the girl deemed rightfully theirs. It should’ve been Rhaena, not an entitled brat like him. 

One thing led to another, and harsh words quickly turned into a blow. Despite wanting to simply intervene, the situation escalated and the blade in Lucerys’ hand ended up slicing across your face. 

Everyone, but especially Rhaenyra, knows Lucerys would never mean harm to you in a million years. You’re like a sister he never had, the daughter Rhaenyra had always wished for, and the people’s princess everyone adores. But by the time the masters reached you the damage was already done and it was all too late. The wound was far too deep and you would never see out of your right eye again.

This accident should’ve never occurred, and the pain that should’ve never been inflicted upon you out of all people. Yet this fight you did not start made you lose an eye, costing both your vision and future. 

Rhaenyra’s gaze flickers to your face, her concern barely concealed as chaos erupts around you.

“Are you alright, my sweet girl?” Her voice is quiet, her trembling hand reluctantly tracing the uninjured side of your face in an attempt to provide comfort.