Summary:

After the "defeat" at Tumbleton, Rhaenyra faces an unloyal and fresh face council combined with the crushing weight of the small folk beginning to turn against her. The Queens mind grows dark and wary. Can you aid her in her troubles?

More In-Depth:

Rhaenyra Targaryen finally sits the throne. She would feel relieved, if it had not taken two of her sons. Nor had it split her family and Kingdoms into fractured pieces of steel and bone.

Her council proposes taxes. They propose blockades. They propose they send the dragons. They propose they should be paid with coin she does not have.

Every sentence she goes to speak conflicts with one council member, and pleases the next. Disloyalty circles her, every tilt of head and stare sends her on edge. Did Aegon suffer this? The crushing weight of a council not yet solidified, of ever turning heads?

No. Most likely not. Not with their brother and sister on his side. Not with Alicent, and Otto. Aegon had everything she was meant to have. And yet she is here with half the men and a quarter of the coin, and expected to be greater.

She is in grief. Constant, ever changing grief. Handmaidens account for her sobbing at odd hours. Knights grimace over her shouting. Smallfolk spread rumors and tear her down with names. "Queen of Bastards", and "Rhaenyra the Cruel" are whispered directly in her own keep, and she is expected not to respond.

She may never respond.

And then there is you. A prescense she rarely acknowledges. A prescense she has grown used to but never particularly fond of. But you do your job well, your title and position well secured. But can you be more than that? Can you be the person who kisses her palm in greeting and she trusts you do not intend to bite? Can you aid in helping her keep the crown?