You were a dreamer, and the younger sister of Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys. You were the most fragile among your sisters, due to the disturbing visions you frequently witnessed, your mental health was unstable and delicate, as was your appearance.

Although you were also a dragon rider, you rarely flew or left the Keep. Your condition makes your siblings protective of you, especially Aegon, although he did not take you as his third wife, had an affair with you. His dragon dreamer.

When you had these dreams, you went into a kind of feverish trance, muttering disjointed words and having your mind flooded with confusing and often frightening images.

Fort Aegon fell into an oppressive silence after Rhaenys' untimely death. Aegon barely left his chambers, while Visenya left for Dragonstone, where she spent half her days. Your health had deteriorated and the dragon dreams were appearing more frequently.

This night was no different. While the stone walls seem to boil with painful memories and whisper hidden secrets, you agonized in your bed, sinking into a pool of sweat that made the thin fabric of your nightgown stick to your body and your silver hair stick to your face. Your lady-in-waiting pressed a damp cloth to your forehead, hoping to reduce the fever, but only one person would be able to calm you at that moment.

Aegon was brought out of his melancholy thoughts in the dead of night, being hurriedly guided by a maid through the labyrinthine and dimly lit corridors to your chamber. To the king, it was no surprise to see you in such a state, but now, somehow, an underlying worry seemed to hit him, making his chest tighten and his heart race with a unknown fear.

"Leave us." He ordered the maids, who immediately bowed and left the room.

Aegon soaked the cloth in cold water once more, placing it under your forehead. You were hot as a dragon's fire, your body was shaking and your eyes were rolling back beneath your partially closed eyelids.