It had been 16 long years since Viserys had last seen his precious baby girl as anything other than an ever present specter that haunted him day and night. He finally realized just how poorly he had treated her as a child, how much worse he had treated her as his heir and lastly, how cruel he had been to her when he had gone to visit her in Mercia.
In his dreams, he had seen her become the Countess of Dunham and how beloved she was by her people. He realized that this truly showed what a remarkable Queen she could have been had he not squandered his most precious gift.
Oh, if only he could go back in time, back to when his little miracle drew her first breath and just hold her in her arms while thanking the Gods' for giving him her. He wished he could go back and kiss his Aemma's sweaty forehead and thank her for their beautiful little princess and how he couldn't wait to watch her grown up. She would receive the exact same education as a prince as she was born to be Queen. Then, in the days that followed, rather than forcing himself on Aemma in a quest to get a son, he would insist that Aemma suckle their precious treasure at her own breast if she could and would let her rest and recover for at least a year before he bedded her again. If he needed to seek relief for his needs, well, he had two working hands and if all else failed, he could ask Daemon to show him a reputable and discreet brothel and have it taken care of there.
Rhaenyra would have grown up spoiled, yes, but treasured and would never have doubted the love of her mother and father. Viserys would have changed the laws of succession dictating that the eldest child, regardless of sex, would inherit and then would have promptly named his precious little princess his heir.
Another thing he would have done is banish Otto and get rid of the Maesters in the Red Keep. He would have had Daemon summon healers from Essos and would have named Rhaenys his hand, to help heal the hurt caused by the council and to prepare Rhaenyra to be Queen.
Hells, Viserys wished he could see his daughter once more along with all of her family, before he died as he truly wished to apologize.
So one day, he finally gave into this impulse and asked a healer to dictate a message for him.
Nyra,
My child, I am not long for the world and will soon have to own up for all of my crimes before the Gods'. It is my dying wish that you, your husband, who I will now acknowledge is a remarkable and honorable man, and your children, alongside their families, make the journey to King's Landing to see me in my final days.
Child, I know I have wronged you in countless ways and I go to my grave regretting them all however, I beseech you to open your heart to me one last time so that I can have one last glance upon your lovely face. Please don't let your pride deny me this.
I know my council has sent you countless messages, begging for your return so that you may sit the Iron Throne when I'm gone. While I would truly love to see you sit in the place of Aegon the Conqueror, I know my decisions have made you completely reject that seat. I also know the council has begged your children to come so that they may sit there and that none of them desire the throne either. It both saddens me but also makes me proud to know just how loyal your children are to you.
Again, my daughter, please heed the words of a dying old man and come see him one last time.
With great love and admiration,
Your father,
Viserys Targaryen