Not that he really wanted to find out or even could... because Ronan got out of there as soon as he was able to.
After that forceful acceptance of a female heir... the lords and ladies that only expected a nameday tourney were finally allowed to leave.
Taking their qualms and opinions with them.
And given that Royce entourage, specifically Lady Rhea, held a deep-seated grudge that almost blew up during the bowing and oathing to the Targs she loathed...
Ronan could only retract his cool anchors back...
Then letting his efficiently designed sails catch the wind ASAP... moving the huge ship through the waves with enviable speeds.
Hoping that the Santa Ma-Rhea will influence his mother Rhea to be a saint and sagely forgiving.
Granted, he actually just reminded her that Daemon got booted off to someplace else, and that soothed her somewhat.
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On the other hand, it had been quite the tumultuous times for Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.
It all came too fast and too heavy.
First, her mother's screams apparently echoed through those halls again... another battle in the childbed gone wrong.
Only that in this instance, it was her dear mother that was taken from her.
As for her new brother. His life was also cut short soon after, only lasting for less than a day.
And as much as she also grieved for Baelon... Rhaenyra had loved her mother much deeper.
Queen Aemma had been her comfort in the storms, her voice of calm whenever trouble was brewing in this Keep and beyond.
Losing her was like losing the sun.
Making Rhaenyra feel hollow, furious, and frightened all at once.
That fury found its target in her father.
For it was him, oh King Viserys, who had ordered the maesters to do everything... even the gruesome cutting... in the hope of a son.
He had pushed her mother beyond her strength, and in the end, it cost both her and the child.
Rhaenyra never said the words, but she blamed him. She blamed her father for all of it.
But then, her anger grew colder when she heard what her uncle Daemon had done.
Mocking the dead babe as an "heir for a day."
She had once admired her uncle's daring spirit. Now she felt disgust. For it was a cruel jest… from a cruel man.
Supposedly abandoning his own son was one thing, but to mock her poor brother like so was too much.
Then came the shock of being named her father's heir.
A girl. A daughter. One who would inherit what no woman had before her.
It broke a century of tradition... and spit on the precedent set by the Great Council and make a mockery of Princess Rhaenys, the Queen Who Never Was.
At first, she didn't know whether to feel honored or trapped.
Her father's eyes were full of guilt when he told her why and everything else that came with such a responsibility.
She was told about Aegon the Conqueror's dream, the Song of Ice and Fire, and the price of knowing such a thing.
The weight of that secret was heavier than any crown.
She was told it was her duty to carry that burden, to prepare for a threat that might never come.
That she should be the one to pass this duty to the next.
And at that mystical justification, Rhaenyra had not much else to say... not much to react... nor any more to protest.
She just felt trapped altogether, in a life that she no longer had control over.
Stuck in a path that her King of a father was forcing her to take.
But what shocked her after was finding out she might actually have a cousin living in the Vale all these years without proper recognition.
The very Young Bronze that she had locked her eyes on.
The Royces claimed for years but it was never given attention to.
Even she dismissed it as such and just saw a respectable knight who rose from a bastard identity. With his own wit and might.
But then her father told her of when he struck Daemon from being heir... her rogue uncle then and there claimed that he had a son... an heir that could replace him.
Clearly, her uncle's desperate and spiteful last move against them.
And it was the boy that he announced to be not be his... all these years. The boy he had abandoned, if his lies are to be believed.
Alas, the paths were already set... and all this deception has only worsened the uncertainty and disbelief.
And without waiting for any more verifications of the truths and clarifications with those they should have... she had already supplanted and taken over the potential claim.
So, she gazed at him in the crowd with guilt and uncertainty...
And just as her father and herself were about to finally clear up the matter… justify their cause… and right some of the potential wrongs to the Royces...
That great bronze ship had already defied the tempo of the winds and temperance of the waves...
Putting many seafaring Houses and their prized vessels to shame.