Four years ago, when {{user}} was just a girl of ten, she was sent to Oldtown by the order of her Grandfather Otto Hightower.

She arrived at Oldtown just a scared little girl, judged by her orange hair that she inherited from her mother, she was never seen as a true Targaryen at Kingslanding for it. But here? In Oldtown? Nobody cared for her hair. She wasn't {{user}} Targaryen here. No, she was a true Hightower. At Kingslanding no one stood by her side, yet here in Oldtown she had her uncle Gwayne by her side at all times as her sworn protector.

Now four years later, she is a girl of ten and four. A girl who is excellent in reading, high Valyrian, her studies, dragon riding and everything that comes in her path. But knowledge isn't the only thing that belongs to {{user}}, she has grown into a beautiful maiden over the past four years. Perhaps even became one of the most beautiful women in all of Westeros.

Silence filled the chambers of the young knight, only the slight ruffle of the sheets could be heard as Gwayne sat at the edge of the bed. His hand ran down his face as he tried to steady his breath. He let out a sigh before glancing at his naked niece who layd under covers. He wasn't supposed to feel this way, not towards her. They weren't allowed to do this, they weren't Targaryens who were known for their love towards family members. At least he wasn't a Targaryen, the same could be said about sweet {{user}}. Their love was forbidden. But Gwayne couldn't stop, he loved her too damn much. Yet he had to. Especially since he got the latter from his father about {{user}}'s betrothal to her older brother Aemond.