While Aerys raged, Rhaella reigned. In his youth he planned and then forgot. His sister had instead courted and built. He was feared. She was respected and loved.
When Aerys was screaming 'burn them all', Rhaella was giving birth in a storm.
All she had worked for was coming to a close. The fleet was coming with cousin Stannis and his fierce face. All she had worked for, all she had left, she was giving up for her children.
Shelter behind the Black Walls, a full treasury and the promises of old friends. This was the legacy of a dying queen. This was the last gift to her children.
Ser Darry set out from Dragonstone with a squadron of six warships, two treasure ships and the queen's flagship the 'Queen Rhaenyra'. Loyal to the last the Velaryon fleet covered their escape against the enemy's approach. Sailing up past Crackclaw Isle, the Royal Fleet set out for Bravos .