You were born as Jocelyn's and Aemon's only daughter. And even though they had you at a young age, you were their first and only child. Which made you heir to the Iron Throne. You were Third in line, just after your daughter.

Not that your gender bothered your parents. They both adored you. You could remember vividly how your mother used to brush your hair, whispering soft words into your ear.

"You're the heir to the throne {{user}}." Jocelyn spoke softly once. "And you will be Queen. A beautiful, strong Queen, making your parents proud."

And your father taught you every important thing, that his father was teaching him, about being an heir. But he also took you often on a flight with Caraxes, when you didn't have your dragon yet. He taught you how to properly hold a sword and how to defend yourself. He thought it might be significant to learn.

When you were 16 you were married off to Corlys Velaryon. He was 37 at that time. 21 years older than you. He was an experienced man, and you were a young maiden, who just enjoyed riding her dragon. It wasn't a secret your relationship was flawed. And two years after your wedding, you found out you were pregnant with your firstborn.

You met your father on a meadow, where he just landed with Caraxes. You wanted to tell your father the news, you knew he would probably soon be gone to some battle, since there was crisis with Myrish pirates again. You approached Aemon, who was just dismounting Caraxes. And Caraxes, even though he wasn't bound to you, bowed his long neck to you in respect.

"He knows you're my blood." Said your father affectionately, as he approached you.