[Side by side, she walks the halls, feeling a little like walking through the Red Keep itself. Their steps clacked and echoed off the stone as she moved through the halls, remembering where she was rooming. It's not nearly as lavish, but it is nice enough.
And she does listen deeply when Jon talks of Daenerys. Despite the fact that they were Targaryens, he clearly did love her. She smiles sadly, listening to what happened, gasping when Jon talked about the end of the dragons as well. Rhaenyra cannot fathom this future where a Baratheon has taken the throne, and there are no dragons left.
It's heartbreaking. All of it. To hear what comes, what happened to the dragons, the war, and to her predessors. As they approach her door, she touches his arm gently.]
You truly loved her. [Rhaenyra doesn't entirely know what that is like per se. She cared for Criston Cole, but that feels torn now. Her Uncle she adores more than anyone, but part of it seems like a game and a challenge, and she doesn't entirely know where she stands now that she is literally about to be married.]
She was lucky to have someone who loved her, and I am sure she loved you as well. [It could not have been easy to tell her all of that, but she is grateful and thankful that he did. She steps into her room then, shifting over to a pair of dressers where a white cloth wrapped something up. Rhaenyra had stowed it away in her rooms, but she did not figure that it needed any special protections here. No one would have known what it was, locked in her room. Opening the linen, she offers to show him the dagger, the birthright of all Targaryens.]
My father gave it to me as King Jaehaerys gave it to him.
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And she does listen deeply when Jon talks of Daenerys. Despite the fact that they were Targaryens, he clearly did love her. She smiles sadly, listening to what happened, gasping when Jon talked about the end of the dragons as well. Rhaenyra cannot fathom this future where a Baratheon has taken the throne, and there are no dragons left.
It's heartbreaking. All of it. To hear what comes, what happened to the dragons, the war, and to her predessors. As they approach her door, she touches his arm gently.]
You truly loved her. [Rhaenyra doesn't entirely know what that is like per se. She cared for Criston Cole, but that feels torn now. Her Uncle she adores more than anyone, but part of it seems like a game and a challenge, and she doesn't entirely know where she stands now that she is literally about to be married.]
She was lucky to have someone who loved her, and I am sure she loved you as well. [It could not have been easy to tell her all of that, but she is grateful and thankful that he did. She steps into her room then, shifting over to a pair of dressers where a white cloth wrapped something up. Rhaenyra had stowed it away in her rooms, but she did not figure that it needed any special protections here. No one would have known what it was, locked in her room. Opening the linen, she offers to show him the dagger, the birthright of all Targaryens.]
My father gave it to me as King Jaehaerys gave it to him.