#gwayne x rhaenyra

[misswynters]

who would like to be tagged in this?

[alicentzwaitinglady]

gwayne x rhaenyra is one of the best rarepairs in hotd and in this essay i will-

[cateyesinlove]

I AM BORED ( in Jenna marbles voice) I've been having a really weird time writing and I'm also bored so help me out by sending me a prompt from the list + the pairing you would want and add fluff or angst and I'll see what I can whip out for yall. please check the tags, If your ship is not there first send an ask about the couple first.

prompts taken from @creativepromptsforwriting

comparing hand-sizes to hold their hand against the other's and then just holding hands

leaning against the other one in close spaces

acting like they're cold to have an excuse to cuddle or share clothes or blankets

brushing a strand of hair away

grabbing each other's hands in crowds or when crossing the street to "be safe"

turning their cheek to get the other one to give them a peck

brushing their arm against the other's, hoping the other would finally catch their arm and hold it close

fixing the other's hairstyle to let their hands run through their partner's hair

draping the arm around their shoulder while sitting next to each other

lightly tickling the other one, almost hoping it gets retaliated

reaching out with their hand without saying anything, wanting the other one to grab it

linking arms when walking around together

trying to get the other to dance with them

bumping shoulders into each other

wrapping arms around the other's neck when standing behind them

[sinnercarrots]

again abt the gwaynyra ff, is there a specific pair you think would be more interesting to see as couple? taking in consideration that aegon, aemond, helaena and daeron would be gwaynyra’s children? rhaenyra’s orig children also exist and are her children in this au 😭

[chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct]

Visenya if she was a Gwaenyra kid

Not my best design but I think it's cute

[murdocksdaughter]

the thread of black and green

masterlist

both rhaenyra and gwayne had felt alone in their separate worlds. and in their loneliness it drives them together for both protection and comfort.

the prologue - wedding tears

chapter one - lonely discomfort

chapter two -

chapter three -

(more chapters to come)

[bucknastysbabe]

Criston Cole if Gwayne came to KL instead of Alicent

[lady-bloodraven]

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Me:

Has a well over 100,000k Lancewain fic planned, 21,000k words written that need editing

Also me:

What if I made up some more OCs and whumped the everloving fuck outta them

What if I wrote a HotD Gwaenyra fic

What if I wrote a HotD Jacegan fic

What if I w-

[rum1207]

Hey guys,

I have started writing again after a long break. Please do check this out.

[mirabellemoira]

saw your take on helaena/jace, 100% agree with the war thing. I I think the only marriage that could avoid the war would be if rhaenyra married gwayne, what are your thoughts?

I think if she did marry Gwayne (and Alicent had still become queen as well), that would have prevented an Aegon/Rhaneyra dance, but I don’t think it would have prevented war altogether.

Let’s say Rhaenyra marries Gwayne and Alicent still marries Viserys. Now the Crown Targaryens have shown a major disrespect to the Velaryons (and possibly Daemon as well) and a half dozen other noble houses who feel slighted by the youngest son of a second son being their Prince Consort. If Tywin Lannister saw his sister being married to a Frey as a major slight against his family, I can only imagine that the crown’s heir and princess marrying someone even lower than a Frey would inspire quite a lot of talk.

The Velaryons now potentially have Meleys, Vhagar, Seasmoke, and Caraxes (if Daemon still marries Laena) while the Crown has only Syrax and the (depending on timeline) riderless Dreamfyre, Vermithor, Silverwing, and a hatchling or two. Even if Daemon and Caraxes were on the Crown’s side, they’re still horrifically outnumbered.

Let’s say Rhaenyra marries Gwayne but Viserys marries Laena. If Laena has a son we end up back in a Dance scenario, though this time with Oldtown backing Rhaenyra’s claim. I still see him being the youngest son of a second son being their downfall with some families holding grudges. Even if she had Daemon at her back, Rhaenyra is still woefully outnumbered + is now lacking the Velayron fleet.

Personally the only marriage I think could work would be Aegon/Rhaenyra, but even that has its downsides as Rhaenyra would be nearing her thirties by the time Aegon was old enough for her to marry + there’d be a potential power struggle of who would actually be in control of the realm. Daemon might have some feelings about it, might even be the Harwin in the situation which could be much easier to cover up in terms of the kids’ looks, but overall I think this one is least likely to start a war.

[misswynters]

Rightful Heir

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Gwayne Hightower

[synopsis: what if rhaenyra and gwayne got together. this is just a drabble (just the beginning)

note | pls don’t just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. i don’t want to get shadowbanned

[a/n: might make a fanfic for them on ao3, takes place in s1

Sunset painted King's Landing in warm, golden hues, the Red Keep basking in the evening's soft glow. The bustling city below began to quiet, merchants and townsfolk winding down for the day. In a secluded garden within the castle, hidden from prying eyes, Rhaenyra and Gwayne Hightower found a moment of peace.

Rhaenyra sat on a stone bench surrounded by blooming flowers and lush greenery, the air filled with the sweet scent of jasmine. Gwayne stood beside her, his hand gently brushing against hers, their fingers intertwining. His presence was a comforting balm to the stress and tension of the court, a reminder of the love and support that anchored her.

"I've always loved this time of day," Rhaenyra murmured, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun dipped below the city. "Everything feels so calm, so serene."

Gwayne smiled, his gaze soft as he looked at her. "It's even more beautiful when you're here with me," he said, his voice warm and sincere.

Rhaenyra blushed, a smile spreading across her face. "You always know how to make me feel special," she replied, leaning into him. "Thank you for that."

Gwayne chuckled, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of her hand. "It's easy to make you feel special because you are special, Rhaenyra. You're the light in my life, the one who makes everything brighter."

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with affection. "And you are my rock, Gwayne. I don't know what I would do without you."

Gwayne's heart swelled with love for her, the intensity of his feelings evident in his eyes. He bent down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You'll never have to find out," he promised. "I'm here for you, always."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. The garden was their sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves without the weight of their responsibilities. Gwayne's arm wrapped around Rhaenyra, pulling her closer as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Do you ever think about the future?" Rhaenyra asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Every day," Gwayne replied, his voice equally gentle. "And in every vision of it, you're always by my side."

Rhaenyra smiled, her heart feeling lighter than it had in days. "My heart swells with joy hearing you say that, my lord."

Gwayne nodded, his lips brushing against her hair. "You are my delight" he echoed, his voice filled with unwavering certainty.

The moment stretched on, filled with unspoken promises and the quiet comfort of their love. As the last light of the day faded, Rhaenyra and Gwayne held each other close, knowing that no matter what the future held, they would face it hand in hand.

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[alicentzwaitinglady]

i've been thinking about my gwaenyra fic, more specifically their children. just rhaenyra having the royal nursery redecorated because it's been unused for such a long time. having a tapestry commissioned that depicts syrax on top of the high tower and hanging it above/behind the cradle. their children would have gwayne read them bedtime stories about ancient hightower kings/knight and fearsome dragons. all of them flying on syrax to oldtown and having fun.

[heavenhatesme]

Alicent and Ser Crispy Cream having a righteous flirty session.

Meanwhile Gwayne Hightower:

[raven-dor]

me and my husband

In which gwayne hightower is overprotective of his pregnant wife, and she begins to worry about the outcome of the birth

PAIRING: gwayne hightower x reader

WARNINGS: angst, anxiety, rough pregnancy, mentions of blood, arguing, fluff ending

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

AN: I read "chose me" by @entitled-fangirl and had to write something similar for gwayne!! this could also be read as part of the come back to me universe, but you do not have to read any other fic to understand the context!!

She watched from the dark hall, her heart fluttering as he leaned back, exposing his neck and upper chest. Pregnancy awoke a dangerous animal inside her, one that needed her husband near her at all times. 

Instead, he sat in his office. 

She could not blame him; it was hard work, taking care of Old Town in place of his uncle’s absence. Seeing as his cousin had died recently, Gwayne would stand to inherit the Hightower title, and he all but jumped at the chance to begin his training.

But as of late, it seemed as if she needed him more than he needed her. Mere thoughts seemed to drown out her happiness, every attempt to block them futile. The larger she grew, the closer she got to the inevitable. She cleared her throat, making herself known to her husband. 

“Gwayne?” He looked up, smiling brightly. 

“My love! You should be in bed.” He stood up, ushering her over to a cushion. She glared, letting him coddle her for now.

“I am not inept.” 

“I know, darling.” He knelt in front of her, kissing her hand gently. “But you also know that I cannot help but worry for you.” He caressed her stomach, whispering. “And how is our little one?” 

“You have no need to worry, I assure you. The Maesters say the babe is perfectly healthy; there is no cause for concern.”

“And you?” He kissed her hand once more. “How do you fare?”

She was taken aback by that question, avoiding the question. “Do not worry about me.” 

“That is my job as your husband.” He walked back to his desk, putting out the flickering candle. “And Maesters are not always correct.” 

“That is a rather skeptical view.” She grabbed the handles of the chair, pushing herself up. Gwayne glared. 

“Please ask for my aid next time you plan on standing.” 

“Shall I ask you to help me relieve myself as well?” She glared back. “I love you; you know that I do. But I am not a frail piece of straw. I will not break from a gust of wind.”

“You are carrying the future heir to the Hightower name, my dear.” 

Terms like that make her uneasy. That is all she heard all day. ‘Future heir,’ ‘Hightower name,’ ‘a boy.’ All phrases she had heard over a hundred times. She just wanted a moment of peace where she was not reminded how little she mattered in this situation. A tight smile graced her lips, and she lost all humor in her tone. “As I am constantly reminded.” 

He grabbed her hand, walking slowly out of the office. “All I ask is that you take care. If not for me, then for the sake of our child.” 

“I am careful.” She glared. “You know this. It’s not as if I go looking for things to hurt the babe. Do not treat me like a child to be watched over.” 

He rubbed a thumb over the back of her hand. “I do not mean to upset you-” 

“Well, you have.” She scoffed. “You have somehow managed to insult my care for your future line and my child in one blow. It is astonishing, truly. I applaud you.” 

“You know that was not my intention.” He shut their bedroom door, removing his shirt. Y/N tried to keep herself from blushing at the sight, but when he looked like that, it was hard to do. He knelt in front of her, holding both of her hands in his. “I am sorry.” 

She hummed, walking away and sitting in front of her vanity. “Yes, well, I suppose I forgive you.” 

He grinned. “I am glad of it.” 

The woods were peaceful, a nice retreat from the bustling of Old Town. Her velvet green dress dragging behind her. She hummed, closing her eyes and listening to the sound of the trees swaying. There was a lake nearby that she desperately wanted to swim in, and stare up into the sky of blue. Pushing the tall grass out of her way, the clearing stretched out before her, the lake at the center. She grinned, running down the hill with a newfound joy.

“Y/N? Where are you?” 

Her smile fell, remembering the whole reason she had even been ‘allowed’ to go on this excursion. He’d only let her go if he came along. She sighed, turning around and walking back up the hill. “Coming, my love.” 

The auburn-haired man smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Where did you run off to?” 

“The clearing.” She traced shapes on his chest. “I was thinking, perhaps you could join me for a swim. It is a perfect day for it.” 

“I-” 

“My lord.” Their guard’s voice echoed through the forest. Y/N groaned, falling against her husband’s chest. Gwayne kissed the top of her head, smiling sympathetically. “Another time, I swear to you.” She sighed, nodding. A finger hooked under her chin, his eyes serious. “You look far too melancholy, my love.” 

“Well, perhaps if-” 

“My lord, I’m sorry, but it is most urgent.” 

Gwayne sighed, intertwining his hand with hers. “What is it?”

The Maester’s Wing was dim, with just a few candles keeping light. Gwayne had been summoned to settle a squabble between the townfolk, leaving Y/N to visit the old man herself. She tapped her foot, waiting for the Maester to ask her the questions she dreaded. But those questions never came. 

“My lady.” 

Y/N smiled, nodding. “Maester Jon, it is wonderful to see you.” She held her stomach. “Tell me, any developments my husband or I should be aware of?” 

“Unfortunately, yes, my lady.” He sat down. “It seems, from what we can tell so far, that the birth may result in a breach pregnancy.” Y/N’s blood ran cold, and she felt her breath catch. “A breach pregnancy may result in a choice needing to be made.” He leaned forward, a sympathetic look on his face. “Do you understand what this means, my lady?” 

She nodded, standing up quickly. “I do. Thank you, Maester Jon. I shall relay the news to my lord husband.”

She gave one last look at the dark corner before practically running out of the wing. She burst through the hall doors, dinner in full swing. There sat Gwayne, eyes drooping, visibly exhausted from his duties. 

Who was she to worry him anymore?

Y/N sat beside her husband, kissing his cheek. “How was your day, my love?” 

“Infinitely better, now that you are here.” He smiled. “How was the visit?” 

She took a large sip of her wine. “Well. All is well.” She grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. “I love you.” 

He grinned, squeezing back. “I love you much more, my dear.” 

If he chose the babe, she knew she would surely die from heartbreak before she bled. She laughed, her eyes watering. “I do not think that is possible.” 

Since learning of the news, she’d been restless, barely sleeping and often waking before the sun. Its bright rays peeked through the curtains, hitting her skin. The warmth soothed her for a moment, but it was just that, a moment. 

The babe kicked harshly, a quiet groan leaving her. She stared at the ceiling, thinking that in just a few short weeks, she’d be giving birth in this very bed, staring at the same ceiling. 

It had always been described to her as horrible and painful beyond recognition. And now that she was carrying an heir, which could possibly be breach, she almost wished she could go back to when they first met and stop herself. When she didn’t have to worry about what she did or where she went, she could just be free. 

He would be pressured into choosing the child over her; she knew this. Sometimes, when the need for an heir was strong, women had been carelessly cut open, being left for dead. It had been done many times, most notably in her lifetime, by King Viserys. Rhaenyra had told her of his actions: how he’d carelessly cut Aemma open, and her mother bled out on the bed without ever getting to hold her babe. 

She looked over at her husband, fast asleep and dead to the world. His hair covered his eyes; his face was shoved into the pillow haphazardly. She giggled; he’d always slept like there was no tomorrow; it was heartwarming, to say the least. She leaned over, pushing the hair out of his face, kissing his forehead gently. 

 Rolling to her side, she quietly stood, careful not to wake him. Grabbing her robe from the wardrobe, she made her way to the dining hall, eager to eat something of actual sustenance. 

After learning of the news, she had picked at her dinner, telling Gwayne it was because the babe made her nauseous. 

In a way, it had. 

The smell of bacon and eggs flooded her senses, and she rounded the corner, the doors of the hall wide open. Greeting the occasional servant that passed by, she sat down, piling food onto her plate. 

“My lord.” Y/N looked up to see her husband stalking toward her, not even acknowledging the man who had greeted him. Odd, he normally slept as long as he could before starting his day. She smiled brightly. “Good morning, my love.” 

He raised his eyebrows. “Is it a good morning?” 

“Quite.” She tilted her head. “Why? Is something amiss?” 

He nodded, crossing his arms. “I awoke, and my wife was gone. Imagine my surprise.” 

She had felt horrible leaving him, and fighting would only give him more cause to choose the babe. “I am sorry if I scared you.” 

“You should be. And another-” He stopped, shock adorning his features. “You are sorry?” 

“I should have woken you. It was my mistake.” She pat the chair next to her. “Please, join me.” 

“I’m afraid I cannot. I have to meet with the steward this morning.” 

Her heart clenched. “I can join you if you’d like-” 

“It is not necessary. I will only bore you.” 

She murmured, reaching out to grab his hand. “You have never bored me.” 

“You are kind, but I’m sorry, I cannot be distracted.” He grabbed a plate, placing a biscuit and two pieces of bacon haphazardly.

She scoffed, glaring at her lord husband. “I did not realize I was such a distraction."

"Y/N...."

"Perhaps I should stay in my chambers for the remainder of my pregnancy. To keep you from further distraction.”

“That is not what I meant, and you know it.” 

She stood, her eyes cold. “I know nothing of the sort.” She looked over his shoulder, beckoning over a servant. “Please move my things into the adjoining room. I will be sleeping there-” 

Gwayne sat his plate down, looking at the servant. “Do not move her things.”  

“My lady?” The young girl looked frightened, scared that she was caught in the middle of their argument. 

Y/N sighed, dismissing the girl. “It is alright.” She walked away, yelling back at her husband. “I shall do it myself.” 

“Y/N!” Gwayne yelled, dropping his plate and running after her. “Come back here at once.” 

She ignored him, walking faster. The stairs proved to be a challenge, holding the railing tight. Gwayne placed a hand on her back. “Let me-” 

She flinched, pushing him back. “Don’t.” 

He mumbled. “You may hate me all you want after this.” 

“After what-” He hooked his arm under her legs, carrying her up the stairs. “Gwayne Hightower! You let me down right now!” 

The top of the stairs was a relief; she practically jumped out of his arms. She walked into their joint chambers, filling her trunk with things she would need. Gwayne sighed, watching from the doorway. “Will you please just-” 

“I will leave you to your devices, my lord. I hope your meetings prove well spent.” Dragging the trunk through the door, she slammed it in his face. 

That had been three days ago. They’d seen each other in the halls and at meals, but other than that, Y/N steered clear of her husband. For the better part of the day, he’d been in a meeting with the patrons of Old Town, or so she’d heard. Y/N took that as an opportunity, rushing out of the castle’s gates. Squealing, she cut through the tall grass once more, racing down the hill towards the lake. She threw her dress off, her petticoat barely revealing her modesty. Not that anyone would see, this part of the wood was only known by the family. 

The water did wonders for her nerves, cooling her skin. Her hair stretched out past her waist, flowing like the tall grass that surrounded this oasis. She floated for what seemed like hours; the babe had not stirred once. She hummed, rubbing her bump gently. “It is quite peaceful here, is it not?” 

A kick. 

Y/N grinned, her eyes tearing up. “Please, try your best to make this an easy birth. It would break my heart not to meet you. If that is the case, don’t worry. Your father’s a good man; he’ll raise you well.” 

No kick. 

She laughed. “Do not ignore your mother. It’s quite disrespectful.” 

A kick. 

“I miss him too, my love.” 

A voice broke through the silence. “Miss who exactly?” 

Y/N jumped, standing in the water. “My lord, I did not expect you-” 

“I was in a meeting when a guard informed me you were running out of the castle gates.” His face looked conflicted, but she didn’t want to address the fact that he most likely heard that whole ‘conversation,’ so she remained silent. “Is there something you wish to tell me?” 

So he had heard. She smiled, trying to act as if nothing was wrong. “I do not know what you are referring to, my lord.” 

“Stop.” Gwayne sighed. “You haven’t called me that since before we were engaged, and I do not wish for you to start again.” He stepped forward, extending his hand. “Please come out of the lake.” 

She walked past his hand to her dress, every attempt to retrieve it proving futile. “Here.” Gwayne knelt down, picking it up off the stump. “What would you have done if I hadn’t been here?” 

“I would have figured it out, thank you very much.” She glared, pulling the frock over her head. “Do you not have another meeting to attend, my lord?” 

“I canceled them.” He laughed, stepping forward. “After I heard my wife was running away from our home, I thought it best to tend to the matter myself.” 

“How wise of you.” Y/N crossed her arms. 

“Shall we go to bed?” 

“I am not tired.” She walked up the hill, leaving him behind. “Have a restful night, my lord.” 

She slammed her bedroom door shut, leaning against it. She was tired; she hated to admit it. But she wouldn’t have told him that. She walked over to the window, placing the bouquet she picked on the mantle. A reminder of the freedom she once had. A reminder of life before she faced death itself. 

A knock rang out. “May I come in?” 

She tensed. “If you must.” She faced the window, too scared to face him. If she looked at him, truly looked at him, she thought she would start crying. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” 

“I have to ask you something, and I want you to answer me honestly.”

She nodded, walking away from the window and placing her robe in her wardrobe. “Ask it then.” 

“Do you still love me?”

Her heart stopped. “I-” 

Gwayne stepped forward, wrapping a singular arm around her waist. He drew her in, his scent engulfing her senses. She fought herself not to fall for his spell, but as he leaned his head down, and his breath hitting her neck, she knew she would not last. “If you do not, speak it plainly because I- I cannot go on like this any longer.” 

She turned around in his arms, placing her arms on his chest. “I do not believe I could ever stop loving you. Trust me when I say this.” She smiled. “I’m afraid it’s terminal.” 

“Ah.” He let out a sigh of relief. “Then what is it that troubles you so?” 

“I do not know what you-” 

“I beg you, do not finish that sentence.” He tilted her chin up, worry in his eyes. “What ales you, my love?” 

“I am simply nervous.” She to be out of his arms. The longer she stayed in his embrace, the more compelled she felt to tell him. “It is nothing, I swear to you.”

He raised his eyebrows, pulling her hands from his chest and kissing them gently. “Please do not lie to me.”

“That night I visited the Maester, he told me something.” He nodded. “He said with the way the pregnancy is progressing, it is possible that the babe will be born breach.” Her voice grew quieter the longer she spoke. 

“That’s not all, is it?” 

She pushed out of his hold, walking to the other side of the room. “I’m so sorry, Gwayne. Truly, I am. Please forgive me-” a sob wrecked her body. “But I want to live. Please.” 

Gwayne shook his head. Where was this coming from? “Whatever are you talking about?” 

“I know I have been acting radical as of late, and I apologize, I just thought-” She hiccuped. “I thought it would make your choice easier.” 

“What choice, darling?” 

She whispered. “Between me and the babe.” 

“Why would I-” It dawned on him. Had she really been dealing with this all by herself? “Oh, my sweet girl. Why did you not tell me?” 

“I didn’t want to stress you any further.” She hugged herself. “Please, Gwayne. I swear I will give you another heir if this pregnancy-” She shivered. “Just don’t cut me. I beg you.” 

He dropped down in front of her, grabbing her hands in his. “Listen to me well. I could sire a hundred children, but you. You are one of a kind, and I will always choose you.” He kissed the back of her hands once more. “Irreplaceable. You must know this.” 

“Gwayne, no one is truly irreplaceable.” 

He stood, his eyes dark. “Do not say such things again. Swear it to me.” 

“I-” 

“Swear it, Y/N.” 

“I swear.” She whispered, cheeks red. “I swear to you.” 

He nodded, smiling lightly. “I’m sorry.” 

“For what?” 

“For coddling you.” He stepped closer, caressing her bump. “I am scared as well. My own mother had many a difficult pregnancy, and I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.” 

“I am sorry as well.” She placed a hand on his cheek. “I should have come to you with my worries. I did not want to burden you. And I will make sure you have your heir. I promise you that.” 

“I do not care if the Hightower name crumbles away into nothingness. As long as you are content, I will be as well.” He leaned down, their foreheads touching. “There would be no point to this without you. I fear I could not do this if you were not by my side.” 

“You have been doing perfectly fine as of late.” She winced. "I truly am sorry.” 

“No more of that.” He whispered, staring at her lips. “May we please go to bed?” 

She nodded, knowing if she tried to speak that words would fail her. She lay on the bed beside him, tracing his freckles. “Sleep, my love.” He wrapped an arm around her waist. “I will be here when you wake, I promise.” 

[murdocksdaughter]

the thread of the black and green

wedding tears - the prologue

warnings: mentions of death by child birth, mentions of grief word count: 512

Rhaenyra’s hand clenched in fury and humiliation, her best friend, Alicent, out of all people her father could marry. Why was he even remarrying? Did her mother even mean anything? The memory of her voice was still clear as day in her mind, at times Rhaenrya thought she still could hear her laugh bouncing off the walls. Tears pricked at her eyes, the stinging feeling turning into a burning sensation quickly. 

Her chest ignited, this is not how she imagined the wedding day of her best friend would unfold. It should be a joyous day, Rhaenyra thought she should feel joyous. But the nagging feel of dread filled her and caused her throat to close. Not only did she feel betrayed by her father, but she was losing Alicent. 

A tear slipped down her cheek as she watched her father cover Alicent's shoulders in the cape of the house Targaryen. She looked gorgeous in her white gown, the red lining so vibrant and the intricate detailing representing dragon wings on her shoulders complimented her. Rhaenyra bit the inside of her check remembering how she was tasked in helping Alicent into the dress. 

As both her father and Alicent rose from their knees, hand in hand. As they both descended down the steps of the sept. As the crowd cheered and hollered in celebration for the union of the King and his new Queen of the seven kingdoms. The realm's new sovereign mother, Alicent, image of poise and perfection. Rhaenyra missed her already. 

Her childhood was a lonely one, living with no one to share it with.The bond between her and Alicent felt sacred. Her island of peace from the world that surrounded her. As her mother Aemma lost child after child, only ever seen as a machine to create an heir. As Father struggled to control her roguish Uncle Daemon. And now that Rhaenyra is heir to the throne and woman, she was not keen on sharing either fates of her parents. 

Perhaps she could run to the island, Dragonstone, live away in isolation there until eventually she is forced to marry a man of her Father’s choosing, well more like The Hand’s choosing. Rhaenyra did love her father but she knew he was weak willed and more often than not political decisions were made by Otto Hightower. Ironically now the Queen’s father. 

Rhaenyra waved solemnly at the crowd of adoring subjects. As they screamed her name, the given name by the people. The Realm’s Delight. 

Usually she felt joy to hear it, knowing she was loved by the people she one day ruled. However today nothing sparked her interest. As her carriage followed behind that of her father and Alicent’s. More tears trickled down her face. They were painless, this cry was an effortless one. She in her procession carriage was far enough away from the crowds they could not tell their beloved princess had tears rolling down her soft features. And Rhaenyra was thankful for it. 

It was the only real thing she was thankful for today.