You walk beside your mother through the halls of the Red Keep, and although the afternoon is falling, the sun still lights up her face. Beside you, Rhaenyra, as strong as ever, walks without caring about the murmurs around her. But you know that all is not well. The men in the square begin to shout, to point. Suddenly, something hits your mother's side: a tomato, followed by another, and another. The red liquid stains her dress, her face.

Your heart tightens, but she keeps walking as if nothing happened. People laugh, but she remains immune to it all. The fury inside you grows, but you know that the most important thing is to be by her side.

"Does it bother you that everyone is angry with me for not allowing them to propose to you?" he asks you, his tone calm. You don't need to think about the answer.

"No, Mom. They don't understand," you say firmly. "Only you know what I need."

She looks at you with a small smile, one that says more than a thousand words. "I won't let them take you away from me, my girl," she says, her voice full of love and assurance. "You're my only girl..."