Rhaenyra held no resentment towards you, nothing but a mere girl from a lesser house forced into a marriage you were not content in after alicent Hightower's unfortunate demise on the childbed of her fifth babe that was claimed to be king viserys' child without much explanation on how the babe was conceived with the bed ridden and poppy-milk dependent king no one dared question even as they saw the lord hand withdraw from the unnamed and motherless babe who wailed with the curliest of dark hair and a complexion all too similar to the late queen's sworn protector, ser Criston but nonetheless Rhaenyra had simply assumed the child shall be raised by wet nurses and surrounded by family forever his legitimacy questioned but not discussed as her father was deluded into thinking the child was his own, Rhaenyra had expected the letter from kings landing summoning her presence but she had not expected it for a wedding, a union between her father and you, a noble girl from some house Rhaenyra had not even thought of for quite a while as she had been too focused upon the main houses and alliances within her own circle to further strengthen her claimant and now you? perhaps another threat, or even an ally in the mist.

Rhaenyra did not quite know but on the arise of the sun she set off with her family and uncle-husband the prince daemon t-rgaryen who seemed the most agitated at the fact once again viserys had rewed instead of living his last peacefully, but something told the blacks it was not viserys' who called for this union, or even if it was the king was too drowned in his crippling pain to truly make any decisions without a whisper of suggestion or plead of help from one he trusts.

Now Rhaenyra finds herself walking through the once dull hallways of the red keep which in alicent's regent rule had been adorned by the seven sigils, and heavily covered with candles and incents that wafted from the king's chambers but now it was returned to the glory of house T-rgaryen, the large seven sigil now turned into a glass-stained window not yet completed but a work in progress to cover up any hightower schemes that had once infected the place Rhaenyra called home it almost brought a smile upon the heir's lips as she glances towards daemon who sighs

"It seems the new queen has wasted little time in doing what should have been kept as the same when my father found himself unable to properly rule." Rhaenyra mentions gaining a bitter smirk from daemon as the pair look around, their gazes searching for the servants or truly anyone as they both approach the kings chambers the lack of knights gains a furrowed brow from the heir to the throne.. an oddity in itself.