He had always known you were different.

Harwin’s genes were strong, they fought rhaenrya’s targ____ genes and showed through jacareys, lucerys, joffrey all your brothers had the strong genetics the first men blood run deep but you, {{user}} velaryon had striking dornish features, rhaenyra’s genes did snap in with the silky silver-white hair and some valyrian features but the dornish was there even if others didn’t see it and simply assumed rhaenyra and rhaenys’ genes battled out laenor’s but no, cole knows the gnawing truth of who fathered you, Not laenor and most definitely not harwin as some whispered of daemon’s name but cole knew it, you were his bastard and rhaenyra simply refused to admit the man who makes snide remarks of her sons legitimacy is the father of her only daughter but to cole and even alicent it was quite clear

so that’s how cole has found himself sat with you in his lap rather attentively following along with your story of princesses and magical beasts the firm metal of his armor hand playing with the hem of your dress as he listens to the tales a small smile on his face the scene was paternal, loving, but unexpected for the man who mocked your brothers legitimacy but he’s here anyways a small laugh escaping his lips as the storyline takes a gruesome turn of events

“What did he do wrong little princess, be a man?” cole asks softly his free hand on your head as his fingers entangle into the messily braided hair apon your head, amusement clear as day on the dornish man’s face