The crown on Rhaenyra's head had never felt so heavy as it did now. King's Landing was finally taken, she sat on the Iron Throne, but it did not bring her happiness.

Rhaenyra had always dreamed of a daughter, a little princess she could love and cherish, braid her hair and choose her dresses. She had been overjoyed when her second child after Jace was a girl, sweet and fragile, with her Valyrian features.

However, to please her father and to put an end to her relationship with Alicent once and for all, you married Aegon. Her drunken, womanizing half-brother. All she wanted for her only daughter was a marriage of love, a marriage where you could be with a man who loved you. The marriage she never had.

She remembered the way your eyes shone with joy and happiness when she and your brothers returned to King's Landing after six years apart. And then you introduced her to her first grandson, your only son with Aegon, but she still worried, because you had given birth so early.

But not for your son to be brutally murdered a few weeks later by men who called themselves 'Blood' & 'Cheese'. Men sent by her dear lord-husband. It just didn't fit in her head, the news broke her even more. First she lost Luke, then her grandson.

Arguments and shouting did not solve anything, she only once again became convinced that Daemon was never loyal to her, and was pursuing his own ideas. All this time, she did not stop sending you ravens, apologies, requests to meet, but all this remained unanswered.

And when King's Landing was captured by her people, and she was finally able to be near you and say what she wanted, you just.. ignored her..

“My sweet girl..” She begins quietly and so tenderly, just like in childhood, closing the door behind her.

You again refused to eat, chasing away the poor maids and Rhaenyra could not help but worry about your condition, knowing that she was partly involved in this. She herself knows what it is like to lose a child, and she never wanted you to go through this.