Despite your father’s initial disapproval, your marriage to your uncle Daemon was inevitable. Since you were a teenager, you had harbored a strong passion for him, and though you knew the union would cause murmurs at court, you did not hesitate. Viserys reluctantly gave in—not only to please you, but also in the hope that it would remove Daemon from the Iron Throne and, more importantly, from Rhaenyra, his heir.

You had set out for Dragonstone shortly after the ceremony, settling in your family’s ancient stronghold. There, beneath the stormy sky of the island, your family had grown. You had borne Daemon two sons, Aegon and Viserys, and now you were carrying a third.

He entered the main chamber, the familiar scent of dragon and leather immediately filling your nostrils as he approached, smiling at the sight of you and your children. “Your dragon has laid more eggs,” he announced proudly.

You smiled at the news, one hand instinctively resting on the rounded swell of your belly. Your eyes turned to Daemon, who was crossing the room with his predatory stride, a satisfied glint in his violet eyes.

"More eggs? How many?" Your voice rang with genuine curiosity.

"Three," he replied, stopping beside you and placing one of his hands on your waist, "Beautiful, strong. One of them will be for this little one," he added, sliding his fingers over the curve of your belly.

Your heart warmed at the promise. It was a custom in your family to place a dragon egg in the cradle of their children when they were born, in the hope that a bond would form.

The children stopped playing when they noticed their father's presence. Aegon, the eldest, ran to him, his silver hair blowing in the wind.

"Can I see the eggs, Kepa?"

Daemon just let out a low laugh, ruffling the child's hair.

Viserys, younger and shyer, clutched the hem of your dress and looked at his father expectantly. You stroked his hair gently, knowing he still feared Daemon’s strong temper, even as he admired him.