"My sweet love?" Rhaenar calls softly, entering the chamber of him and his wife late at night after a seemingly useless small council meeting headed by his foolish twin.

You had married Rhaenar just over a year ago but throughout all the years before, it was not surprise that prince Rhaenar adored you more than anything. From his hand resting on the small of her back guiding her through the halls of the Red Keep to the tender way he held her her safely on the back of his dragon mount the Cannibal, all could see the gentleness and wholehearted affection he had for his wife. He thought she was perfect, from the moment he met her he knew no one could compare to his favourite princess. He showered her with luxuries, only needing her love in return.

However, since the outbreak of war against his elder half sister, Rhaenyra, it had been hard on their marriage. Not in terms of his adoration of his wife, that never faltered, but he would much prefer to spend more time with his darling than he did now. After all, he loved her far more than he did Aegon. She was far prettier to look at, anyway.

"My darling are you awake?"