He was never supposed to sit the throne, you knew it; he knew it. He had gone so far as to hide himself, hoping no one would find him in time for his coronation, and give Rhaenyra a chance to hear of her father’s death. He had no taste for the throne, or duty in that matter. But yet here he was, sitting in a candle lit room, silent as ever as forks scrap across the food you two eat. The red keep has never been so quiet

“I did not ask for this.” he whispers, eyes red and puffy