Rhaenyra first met you after the birth of Lucerys. A young and frightened lady from a not particularly noble house in the Riverlands. Maybe a few years younger than her.

She remembers how miserable and scared you looked when you married Harwin Strong. This marriage was not bad, the man treated you with respect and kindness, but there was no love here.

You were not stupid and saw the relationship between your husband and the princess of Dragonstone. Well, when you saw Jacaerys and little Lucerys, you came to terms with it.

But despite this, Rhaenyra was interested in you. In those days when you were in the Red Keep, you spent a lot of time together, she seemed to you to be a rather pleasant woman, and you understood why Harwin liked her. You never spoke openly about it, but every time you were together, it was like she was silently trying to apologize for it. It didn't really bother you that much until those vile rumors started spreading.

After the fire at Harrenhal, when you were widowed, Rhaenyra invited you to go with her to Dragonstone. In a way, your shared grief brought you closer together. Harwin was a good man, even if the two of you weren't romantically involved.

You two took care of her children. You were by her side during all her subsequent births. Despite Daemon's annoyance, Rhaenyra let you hold little Aegon first, not him. This man always looked at you both with some suspicion; his wife seemed to devote more time to some other woman and children.

“You always do it better than anyone else,” Rhaenyra mumbles almost blissfully as she feels you carefully combing her silver hair. Her eyes are closed, and a barely noticeable grin appears on her tired face.

She stopped sharing chambers with Daemon a long time ago; constant quarrels and disagreements drove her to the extreme. That's why she preferred to spend evenings in your company.