Viserys searches for his 12 year old daughter and hates that he, instead, finds a grown woman in her place. Sihtric protects his wife from Viserys's attempts to force her back to Westeros and Royal life.
After the day that he and Alicent had first seen Rhaenyra (and he had seen more of her than he ever had-literally), they had begun to spot her with her husband all over town. Oddly though, they were rarely seen with children. Alicent argued that Corlys had lied about the pair having living offspring as Rhaenyra was her mother's only surviving child and Aemma was Daella's only child. The children that they did see, she argued, were someone else's. However, Viserys had seen a couple silver haired youths and a couple others with vibrant purple eyes. He knew that they must be his grandchildren, as hard as it was for him to accept.
Finally, on day 10 of being in Mercia, Viserys spotted his daughter all alone. She was wearing a sky blue dress without sleeves, a neckline that reached half way down her sternum, an open back and it only went down to mid calf in length. On her neck and ears was a jewelry set of blue glass beads and silver. Though she did look absolutely lovely, Viserys hated that it drew so much attention to the ink in her skin, her well developed bosom and made her look far too grown up for his taste.
"Good Gods child," Viseys admonished walking up to her, "that dress, if it can even be called one, is far too revealing and is highly distasteful. I cannot believe that you have yourself so uncovered in public. I can assure you that when we go home, I will be putting Alicent in charge of your wardrobe to ensure that you are dressed properly in gowns like the ones you always favored as a child."
Nyra scoffed, "My husband purchased this dress for me and he loves to see me in it. I will not be returning to Westeros with you as this is my home nor will your wife be coming near my wardrobe or having any say in how I dress. The only person who has any say in my life as to what is and isn't appropriate for me to wear in public, outside of myself, is my husband Sihtric. As for my childhood dresses, those were for a maiden child. I haven't been a maiden nor a child in ages and I actually have my own maiden daughters with my own first born daughter being ten years of age and my first born child being a youth of 14. He is older than I was when you cast me out which means it has been an awfully long time since you've had any right to my life."
Viserys then tried to embrace his estranged child, "My dear, let us leave the past in the past. You are my child. My only babe. My Realm's Delight. My court needs you there to bring light and laughter back into it. I realize you've picked up some bad habits and haven't had access to a Sept or Septon in years but I know that Alicent will help you recall the proper way to behave and dress. Then both of you can spend time in the Great Sept where the High Septon can help cleanse your soul of all the disgrace and filth that has filled you for too long."
She glared at him as if she had been slapped while stepping away from her father, preventing him from touching her. "Picked up some bad habits? What about disregarding your blood and your heritage? What about the abuse you did to my Syrax? How about your absolute faith in the Maesters, especially concerning women's issues over that of trained and experienced midwives? When did you start ignoring what Grandfather Baelon said before he died about the importance of being loyal to your own family? When did appearances become more important than truth? When has it EVER been okay to marry not just outside of our blood but to someone who brought nothing of note to the marriage? You say that I act disgraceful when in fact its you who is the disgrace. You have turned your back on the Gods, on your Blood, on your Family and your heritage. No, I do not dress like I did as a young Princess. I'm not a young Princess. I'm the wife of a warrior, a mother, a farmer and an Alehouse proprietress. I haven't even been a Princess in well over half of my life. Yes, I will acknowledge that you did sire me but you also threw me out after abandoning me and refusing to listen to me as you were far too wrapped up in my old servant girl who was, is and likely will always be more loyal to her father and his house than you. Yes, I have picked up habits that aren't suitable for your court but you also have to realize that I grew up, I reached maturity, married and became a mother far from your court. I had NO CHOICE but to build a life away from your court. You chose to exile me. I chose to spend my exile here in the British Isles rather than Essos or to track down my Uncle where, unless I would have been extremely fortunate and found Daemon immediately, likely been killed on the order of or on behalf of your Beloved Master Otto. Destiny guided my path and my Sihtric's to cross and then merge. I chose to marry him. I chose to follow his Gods and allow him the power to decide what is and isn't acceptable dress and behavior for me. I chose to bear his children. I've chosen to build a life that I love. I've chosen to learn, accept and love freedom, freedom I would have never known within the gilded birdcage of your court. Now, now that I've come to know and love freedom, you want me to accept life in a cage but I REFUSE. As far as I'm concerned, the two greatest gifts you ever gave me were one, life and two, exile as it set me free. I know that for some reason you just cannot grasp that time has actually passed for me just like it has for your bitch. You want me to go back to being a child while I wouldn't want to even if I could. Our lack of relationship, the reason why I didn't give a fuck about what you think or want you near MY children is all because of YOU."
As she spoke, her volume increased until she was yelling and while she ranted, Sihtric heard his wife and rushed to her side.
"Yes, you are the one to blame. Not my wife. You could have made any of thousands of choices better and you might have some bond with her. Yet you've chosen to have your head up this Otto Hightower's arse so far that you could never see the precious gem in front of you. Yes, you did sire my beloved but you've been little more of a father to her than Kjarten was a father to me. You raped her mother like Kjarten raped my mother. No, Nyra isn't a bastard like I am but she's still a product of rape. You kept forcing yourself on Aemma from the time she was a child of nine until you finally murdered her when she was only 27 years old. For 18 years straight you abused the mother of my Nyra. My own poor mother thought she was also only a mere 27 when my father fed her to his hounds, thankfully only spent eight years of her life suffering his abuse and had actually known more of life outside Dunholm than Aemma was ever given a chance to know beyond the Red Keep. Nyra is my woman. Everyone here knows that she is my woman. You will not be taking my woman. I don't care that you are her sire. She's a full grown woman and she is mine. Mine and our children's. If you are that desperate for a daughter, breed one on your Queen or on a whore or take dozens of wives and concubines and breed daughters on them. Then you might have plenty of daughters and heirs and can leave my family the hell alone."
With that Sihtric gave Viserys one long dark glare then wrapped an arm around Nyra's shoulder and then guided her away, leaving her father standing all alone, completely flabbergasted.