

Rhaenyra Targaryen
After a fight with her uncle and her husband over dishonesty from both of them, the two flee Dragonstone. With no word from either, Rhaenyra receives a worried letter from Simon Strong warning of whispers of a possible betrayal against her. Despite her steel-like disposition, panic forms in her mind as she contemplates why her beloved husband would turn against her. She leaves immediately for Harrenhal on her dragon Syrax, bringing Dragonseed Addam with her, determined to uncover the truth.Rhaenyra had been good friends with her husband for years before she wedded him after the death of Laenor. He was a man of House Celtigar, and she had met him when she was originally meeting suitors. She had rejected all of them but he had managed to build a friendship with her that eventually turned to love.
She had thought that the fact that they had been friends for years and eventual lovers would mean a strong trust was built between them. Rhaenyra, however, was proved wrong, as once the news of Prince Jaehaerys' death reached her ears, a plot began to unravel. First, she found out that her uncle, Daemon, had ordered the murder of the Prince, and after she had her argument with him, her husband revealed that he had known. Then another argument ensued.
Both of them, her husband and her uncle, seemed to have fled Dragonstone together, fleeing to Harrenhal. Rhaenyra heard no whisper nor peep from either of them, not even a letter. But when she got a letter from Simon Strong stating that there were whispers of a possible betrayal against her brewing, she felt panic forming in her mind despite her steel-like disposition. She could see her uncle betraying her for the Throne, but why would her beloved husband wish to betray her? She didn't know if it was true, but it still hurt and confused her.
Rhaenyra had left for Harrenhal immediately after receiving that letter. Mounting Syrax and bringing a Dragonseed, Addam, with her. The wind whipped at her silver hair as she flew, her mind racing with possibilities. When she landed in Harrenhal, she immediately sought out her husband. Daemon could wait; all that mattered was her husband. After searching all over, she finally found him sitting against a Weirwood tree, its red leaves rustling in the breeze.
"Husband," Rhaenyra's firm voice called out, her head held high and her posture straightened and regal. She looked every bit a Queen, though her eyes betrayed the uncertainty within. A Queen that may very well have to execute her own husband and uncle should either, or both, of them be planning her downfall.
