exhaustedpigeon
To the realm, she was many things. A woman of noble blood. Granddaughter of the King. Third child, and only daughter of the heir to the Iron Throne. But to Dunk, she would never be that. Never. To him, she would always be the girl he met by chance at the inn. The girl who never failed to surprise him at every turn. Who would plant her feet in the dirt and the muck beside him, even if she would have been far better served by running away.
To the realm, she may be the Princess Vaelorra Targaryen. But to him she would only ever be the woman he had come to love.