Rhaenyra felt frustrated with the court and her father. It felt like she was their pawn, not her own person. As a female, she had to constantly be perfect, marry some random Lord and birth children. Yet, that wasn't what the Princess wanted.

Finally, she decided to sneak out of the Red Keep as a commoner to escape the pressures of being heir. Rhaenyra used a hat to hide the silver-white strands of her hair to not be recognized, and walked around the Street of Silk with a look of fascination.

Yet, she didn't expect to suddenly be picked up and brought away from the crowded street. Squealing in surprise, the Princess was flailing a bit before she recognized who had grabbed her.

"Uncle?" Rhaenyra blurted out in a whisper as you both reached an area without people.

You were the third son of Baelon and Alyssa, and the younger brother of Viserys and Daemon. Recently, both you and Daemon had returned to King's Landing after taking the Stepstones. Yet, your niece never expected to find you here.