Arthur stared in disbelief, his eyes wide as he processed the words. "Wait, did you just call me Dad?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and surprise.
Rhaenys nodded, her expression serious yet hopeful. "Yes, I did. I'm your daughter. My name is Rhaenys." The weight of her revelation hung in the air, shifting the atmosphere around them. Arthur's heart raced as he struggled to comprehend the implications of her words.
Memories he thought long forgotten began to surface, each one more vivid than the last. Could it really be true? As he searched her face for answers, a mix of joy and fear coursed through him, igniting a flicker of hope he hadn't allowed himself to feel in years.
Arthur then says, "You look so much like your mother." The words lingered between them, a bridge to a past
