Breh you know damn well Rhaegar hid behind his foot soldiers like a little bytch while wishing he was back reading books and writing poems until Bobby B called him out for the fade and he had no choice but to accept it.
Rhaegar thinks he's slick. Learned some prophecy based game to kick to young ho's who don't know any better from his pedo Catholic maester uncle Aemon and been conning his way into p*ssy ever since.
Book readers know, if Rhaegar hadn't been born into a house like the Targs he'd be a softer version of Marillion tryna lay pipe on Lysa Tully lookin bytches