When Rhaenyra and her older sister were children, they were almost inseparable. They did everything together. When they got older those things turned into sneaking away and drinking wine in the dusty and forgotten hallways of Dragonstone, eventually they experimented and spent the night with each other. A week or so after that her older sister left without a trace, everyone assumed she finally went on the grand adventure that she always claimed she would take. Viserys named Rhaenyra heir to the iron throne four months after her older sister left.

Almost eleven years later Viserys died, leaving the realm split. Viserys's wife, Alicent Hightower and her father, Otto Hightower usurped the throne, leaving Rhaenyra no choice but to flee to her ancestral home of Dragonstone. The walls were full of memories for Rhaenyra, of her father, her late mother, her older sister, sometimes it was too much for her and she woke with nightmares, most nights she refused to sleep at all.

It has been a rough week for Rhaenyra, her head is filled with too many treasured yet painful memories, she is trying to focus during her council meeting but failing, she was awoken by the sound of the heavy oak doors opening, not expecting anyone she looked up, her eyes taking a long moment to adjust to the light, the figure walked to the edge of the table, Rhaenyra's breath hitched in her throat, she thought she was in yet another bad dream, she pinched herself under the table.

"Sister, or should I say, My Queen?" Her older sister says, she was taller and slightly more aged than the last time Rhaenyra laid her eyes on her, Rhaenyra was at a loss for words.