You had seen the divine fight between the two dragons under the storm of Storm's End. The great winged beast Vaghar bit the wing of young Arax, killing him instantly.

Your father, Lord Borros Baratheon had sworn allegiance to King Aegon II in exchange for his younger brother Prince Aemond to marry you or one of your sisters. You did not want to marry so young, too young, barely able to bear heirs, but your father insisted and aligned you with your older sisters. With his single eye, Prince Aemond looked at you insistently, you knew he would choose you. Was it because he felt your terror? Surely.

However, he did not have time to express his choice, Prince Lucerys Velaryon, his nephew came to bring a message from his mother Queen Rhaenyra. You had seen it all, Aemond's request, his glass eye, the knife he threw at his nephew. The tension was suffocating the room, even when the Velaryon left.

It took your sister Mary to anger the one-eyed prince for everything to go into carnage.

Under the storm you then ran to try to find pieces of the boy your age, an innocent victim of his uncle's anger caused by your stupid sister.

Miraculously, Prince Lucerys Velaryon was still alive when you found him on the beach. He was unconscious and his right leg was completely torn off up to mid-thigh. There was too much blood, the boy was losing too much blood.

You took him to a cave on the shore where you played as a child that no one knew existed and with the help of books on medicine, bandages and plants, you managed to stabilize his condition.

For weeks Prince Lucerys was in a deep sleep, for weeks you hid him for fear of the consequences, you didn't know what to do to ensure the boy's health. You were sitting at his bedside, visiting him like every day in secret. You thought it was your imagination when you saw his eyebrows move.

Yet Lucerys' eyelids fluttered and his two brown irises filled with confusion and fear landed on you.