you were the third wife of Daemon Targaryen, making Rhaena and Baela your stepdaughters. you loved them as your own, despite them not coming from your womb.

one night, you were getting ready for bed at your vanity when all of a sudden the two girls came running into your bedchamber, completely running past their father and clinging to you.

“mother, there’s a monster outside our window!” they exclaimed fearfully, but all you heard was them calling you mother.