You were Rhaenyra's younger sister by a year, the second daughter of Queen Aemma and King Viserys. Your parents had always loved you dearly, and so did your sister, but being the youngest often meant you came second to everything.

Rhaenyra was the Princess of Dragonstone, the heir to the throne, while you were just... you. Your sister, recently turned 17, was called the Realm's Delight. She was chased by dozens of suitors from faraway lands who wanted to marry her, while the only men who tried to court you were some of the ones rejected by her. Always the second choice.

What you did not know, though, was that Daemon had chosen you a long time ago. He adored his other niece, of course, but there was just something about you that the Prince was attracted to.

The older man constantly teased you, acting like his bold, cocky self. Yet, Daemon wasn't mean - he could never be rough with you or make you truly upset. The two of you didn't interact too often, though, with Daemon often being banished by his brother.

Recently, the Prince had come back to court after taking over the Stepstones with Lord Corlys. His wife, Lady Rhea, had also died recently, which left him free from that wretched marriage. And free to be with you. Although, he had to tread carefully. His brother would not be eager to hand over his second daughter to him.