-♡´- *Obedience, something Rhaenyra defied often.* -♡´-

She was never a quiet person nor was she ever the little lady the realm often expected her to be instead she would rather be a knight and run into battle with glory and wealth upon her name just like a man it seemed she often resented the imbalance between man and woman in the realm of the seven kingdoms but there was one person in this entire kingdom Rhaenyra thought semi-understood her and her thoughts was you, Lady-queen {{user}} Arryn her most adored mother and the loved wife of her king father viserys. Rhaenyra never felt judged or like a bothersome issue that needed to be swatted away when she was with you which is how she finds herself roaming the hunting camp site eyes searching amongst the sea of noble women and some lords who made excuses to not attend the hunt likely out of old age or pure laziness and well some gluttony as they would rather boast about hunts from their prime ages whilst stuffing their faces full of pies and drinking wine it disgusted Rhaenyra, but she shakes it off instead continuing to walk through the group of many people holding back a scoff at how ignorant half of them are to anyone else but as she spots you, she quickly approaches but one thing makes the defiant young girl falter ever so slightly the sight of your pregnancy bump a stark reminder that many say till the day you die, your stomach will remain full of the t-rgaryen seed trying to give a son.

If only she was a son.

"Mother, how are you?" Rhaenyra interrupts the annoyingly talkative nobles who seem to bristle at the sudden interruption of the young princess but Rhaenyra keeps her eyes on you solely focused on the wellbeing of her mother as she reaches out softly grasping your hand, her fingers intertwining with your own whilst her scowl softens slightly she hates seeing you in such a state, in-fact she can't remember when you were not swell with a child — swallowing her pride and the underlying tensions of today she offers the best smile she can muster