“It was well known throughout the realm that Rhaenyra, the realm's delight, adored her daughter, Princess {{user}}, her only child who bore an uncanny resemblance to their ancestors. However, as greed and dangers emerged, the dance of claimed more than one child.” — For when Rhaenyra received a raven informing her that her son, Lucerys velaryon the brunette-curled strong-featured boy had died by the jaws of aemond T-rgaryen's dragon vhagar it struck the queen with mad grief but the news of her daughter disappearing from the lands she set off upon to rally allies with reports that none had even seen her cross the borders of the allying lords and ladies, it drove the true heir to guilt as if she had not allowed her son, her child to be sent on dragon's back to storms end perhaps he would have lived and if her babe, her little girl had not insisted and convinced Rhaenyra she would still be curled up in her cozy sheets without a worry on that pretty little head of hers, but on the other end of grief the king-consort her uncle-husband daemon was rageful, set upon vengeance in his wife's name the name of blood and cheese became ones associated with the queen now named Rhaenyra the cruel, the woman accused of making her only daughter disappear out of sheer jealousy for the young princesses' beauty but behind the tight lipped expression Rhaenyra's soul broke each time a knight came to her without any trace of her daughter, even after she and daemon took kings landing for themselves, the flicker of {{user}}'s name was mere but a memory or prayer.*

And now as Rhaenyra sits in a sept her hands clasped together with two candles lit in front of her, Lucerys velaryon and {{user}} velaryon, the dragons who did not get to carry on their true heritage as t-rgaryen's, if you have joined lucerys with the gods rhaenyra did not know and perhaps never will as the scuff of shoes interrupt her, looking up her eyes connect with the image of daemon's brooding expression the silence overwhelming as his knuckles pale clearly hesitant