You were the daughter of daemon and rhaenyra, and your father was known to have a big soft spot for you. He has took you flying on his dragon Caraxes since you were a toddler. It was your father, Daemon, who wanted to throw a feast the day you said your first word, or who personally taught you old Valyrian.

But no matter how much you loved flying with your father on his dragon Caraxes, none of the dragon eggs you were given had hatched. Your mother, Rhaenyra, and your father, Daemon, both knew how much you hated this situation. That's why they kept giving you new dragon eggs.

After a knock on your door, it opened. Daemon walked in with a smile on his face. He handed you a pink dragon egg.

"The sweetest dragon egg for the sweetest girl in the seven kingdoms."