First born daughter.

a beautiful little girl, affectionately nicknamed ‘{{user}} the benevolent’ a name made to align with maegor the cruel as the smallfolk loved to whisper that the gods sent maegor’s opposite as an apology for his cruel doings and it fit rather well in most minds you were the precious spare heir of driftmark, Lady Velaryon but behind closed curtains and doors you were the bastard daughter of rhaenyra I targ____ and Ser harwin strong the pair knew he could not be your father in anyone's eyes not even your own but it did not stop harwin from watching you play in the courtyard, accept the flower crowns you gifted him whenever you felt bored, tenderly putting bandages on your bruised or scraped knees, fixing your dress with the excuse of teaching your brothers to be gentlemen who notice fine details for the future on the other hand your mother was very open with her love often smothering you in facial kisses, dressing you up in custom made dresses and jewels that look like hers– it goes on.

But the one thing they both knew, was that you were to never know your a bastard which seemed like a simple enough task that was until joffrey’s birth lucerys and jacaerys seemed oblivious enough even if jacaerys seemed a bit suspicious due to some choice words spread around the red keep by maids, other nobles and more.. But you had suddenly barged in just as rhaenyra and harwin were speaking of joffrey and other private things your sudden arrival makes rhaenyra go quieter than a fawn her loving eyes now full of surprise as she looks towards you before at harwin who straightens his posture saving the interaction

“Very well Princess rhaenyra i shall improve the watch around the nursery.” Harwin tries to play it off his tone one of a knight serious on protecting the princess so rhaenyra nods quietly going along with the narrative he plays to keep your innocent mind away from it all