Rhaenyra's Destiny

Rhaenyra Sat By The Window Overlooking Lannisport, She Was Reading The Letter Her Father Had Sent Her:

Dearest Daughter,

I Write To You Now To Inform You Of Your Brother's Journey To Storm's End, But Also To Ask You To Not Feel Jealousy. You Are My First Child, Your Mother Was The Greatest Of The Queens, and Every Day I See You, I See Your Mother In You. If The Lord Of Light Is Kind, You May Rule If The Right Actions Are Taken, But I Cannot Let That Come To Pass At The Expense Of Our Family. Never Forget, Family Is Irreplaceable, Once It's Taken From You, Only The Lord Of Light Can Give It Back. If The Time Comes, I Would Ask You To Take The Throne If Only To Ensure The Realm Is Not Set Aflame.

Your Father,

King Aegon VI Targaryen, Sixth Of My Name, King Of The Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men.

She Had Read It Over and Over, and She Knew Her Father Was Sending Her A Message In This Letter, and She Saw It Plainly. He Was Entrusting Her With The Targaryen Legacy, His Legacy. "Thank You Father." Rhaenyra Whispers Silently.