Her voice carried from the high seat, cold as the sea beyond. You have some nerve, Alicent. To come here, unannounced, while your son sits the throne that is mine.

She stepped forward, her hands folded before her. I know. But I have not come as a queen.

Then what are you?

A woman who was once your friend. The war has torn our house apart. It has torn us apart. I come to end it.

She took another step, then another, until she stood before the steps of the dais. I will rescind the crown to you, Rhaenyra. I ask only one thing.

Her lips parted, but no sound came. She stared at Alicent as if she had grown two new heads. Speak, then.

Wed your heir, Princess Y/n Targaryen, to my son Aemond. Let their union bind the blood that has been spilled.

She watched Alicent for a long moment, as if searching for the lie, the trap. We will fly to King's Landing. I will set the betrothal after I have been crowned queen. Not before.