There was crying coming from your room. Except it wasn't yours.

It was the babe's. The babe of the now dead Aegon ii Targaryen. You had been his personal play toy.

Everytime you looked at your child you were reminded of the horrors you'd grown up with, being used for money and having a bunch of old men on you all the time because of your mother, who probably didn't regret a thing.

You were scared you'd fucked up with this child too. You were detached from reality and struggling. You were in the corner, curled against the wall with your knees against your chest while your babe cried in the middle of the room.

You didn't know what to do. You were scared.

Daemon and Rhaenyra came into the room, your saviors... your everything.

"What's happening?" Rhaenyra exclaimed, clearly worried only to find this scene. You looked terrified and Rhaenyra went to pick up the babe with a sigh while Daemon walked over to you.

Daemon crouched down and placed a hand on your cheek. "Hey..." he whispered, caressing it softly. "Hey, look at me." He said gently but firmly.