Rhaenyra The Cruel.

The dance of dragons was a bloodied and fiery mess, leaving the many vales and lords lands in shambles barely able to repair themselves but it was worth it to many who supported rhaenyra and her rightful claim to the iron throne as the day kings landing saw two dragons fly overhead rhaenyra and daemon had come for her throne dragons blazing and swords withdrawn ready to strike deadly aim and chop down those greens who usurped and committed treason against the rightful heir of the iron throne which viserys I left for rhaenyra to carry the burden of but amongst the celebrations and happiness for a war that has been stopped before it could go too far rhaenyra could only see you, {{user}} the one person who stopped the war from happening early by gauging your own eye out and giving it to aemond targ_ unintentionally saving the life of lucerys velaryon after it was assumed aemond would not truly go after luke, rhaenyra couldn’t thank you enough for saving her son but as she stands on this beach watching you clutch your young son close as masters attempt to aid him— a boy rhaenyra knighted due to his wishes without telling you beforehand she can only remain quiet a lump forming in her throat

"Help the boy, do not stand there like blubbering fish!" Rhaenyra snaps at the maesters her guilt eating her alive clenching her hands into fists as she has no excuse nor explanation on why your son is slumped in your arms barely breathing her heart filling with immense guilt she takes a step forward placing her hand upon your shoulder as an attempt of some comfort amidst the pain and pleading for the gods to take mercy upon your soul, to grant your son another chance at life after he fought for the queen who rightfully is but in this moment rhaenyra does not feel worthy at all, she feels cruel and horrible for betraying you in such a way by allowing your son to do this behind your back so she simply watches unsure of how she will ever regain your trust after this event*

it was all her fault.