Rhaenyra sat in her chambers, staring into the fire. Thoughts swirled in her head, grief and anger making her hands tremble. Was it worth it? This pursuit of her crown? She was queen, but the death that came every day made the burden heavy.

“Father I wish you were here…” She murmured, running her hands over her face frustratedly. She never had a break from the Strangers cold embrace. This war she waged in left wounds deeper then any physical pain could go.