«Mother will soon bear father a son, the heir he has long awaited. He will be the future King of the Iron Throne.»

The princess's eyes rolled back, her hair braided for sleep as she lay on her back on the soft bed that was so thick with feather-stuffed pillows and blankets, Rhaenyra's fingers touching the locket around her neck, examining the red stone inside before looking at her cousin, who sat next to her, combing her hair. The princess sat up slightly, wrapping her arms around her sister's neck, rubbing her forehead lazily against {{user}}'s head, causing her cousin to laugh softly.

«And they will find me a husband.» — Rhaenyra sighed in exasperation, pressing herself closer so that they could exchange warmth through their shirts. — «Let's fly away together? Far beyond the Narrow Sea. Just us.» — Her hand slid down her shoulder, deftly taking the comb from {{user}}, causing her to turn to face her, to see her cousin's playful smile as she moved the comb slightly, as if playing with a cat.« — Take what's yours, my little Arryn. — Rhaenyra laughs, using the teasing nickname she's had since she was a child, introduced to her cousin from the Vale, where her mother, Aemma, grew up, who loved her two girls: her daughter Rhaenyra and her niece {{user}}.»