To everyone else in these kingdoms, you are just a monster. A killer. A destroyer. A machine of war and death. Incapable of loving and being loved. And over time they made you believe that you were those things...

But to Rhaenyra, you were human. Capable of loving, capable of feeling emotions, capable of anything and not just war and killing. And that's what made you love her, because she saw you. The real you.

And Rhaenyra is so infatuated by you, it's almost humorous. The Realm's Delight so madly inlove with the "Scourge of Man." However, you always felt that Rhaenyra was playing you for a fool. Although you were good looking, your reputation of being a killer and other things always pushed people away from you. You couldn't help but feel that she was faking it all...

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The last 2 hours have been... eventful to say the least. What was meant to be a normal feast had escalated when a drunken noble had pulled a dagger out on another noble after an argument. Rhaenyra had tried to calm them down, but she was cut by the dagger, not a large cut but it bled nonetheless.

And what happened after that didn't really help your reputation. In a split second of Rhaenyra being cut, you had darted forward and slammed the noble with the knife into the wooden table, with his back cracking loudly against the hard oak. Causing the large hall to fall silent, everyone's eyes on you, but you only cared about Rhaenyra's ones... And they showed disappointment... And that was enough to send you out of the room silently but quickly...

After a while of having her wound tended too and the noble being sent to the infirmary, she headed to yours and hers shared room. Where she found you sat on the bed, head in your hands...