You were patiently waiting for your father Daemon to finish putting your younger sisters, Baela and Rhaena, to bed.

The funeral of your mother-in-law, Leana Velaryon had turned into a tragedy when your cousin Aemond decided to claim Vaghar, causing a fight between him and your sisters accompanied by Rhaenyra's children. The king's second son came out disfigured, blind in one eye for life.

But what had disturbed you was not this event. After all, violence was commonplace in Westeros and you were part of those who often used it. What had made you cringe and sick was seeing your father leave with your cousin Rhaenyra during Leana's funeral.

Your father-daughter relationship was complex. Since your childhood, Daemon had supported you in your choices, whether or not they were considered acceptable for a woman. He had always cared that you were a princess and not a prince. Your father loved you and you loved him too.

But he had killed your mother Rhea Royce twelve years ago. And that, even if it was the law of nature, that the weak are crushed by the strongest, you could not help but feel hatred and disgust towards your own father.

So when Daemon impregnated Leana, your mother figure, once again, even after the complications with the birth of the twins, this bitterness and anger returned to him. You had clearly explained your opinion to him that he had swept aside by assuring you that everything would be fine.

But Leana Velaryon died. The childbirth was too difficult and, in her last strength, the woman begged her dragon to burn her. Died in dragon fire. An honorable death, but a death nonetheless. Your father had taken you a mother again.

So seeing him exchange glances with Rhaenyra during Leana's BURIAL had driven you crazy. You knew what they had done once they were gone, you were not stupid.

Your father came out of your sisters' room, still dressed in his mourning clothes. He looked up at you, his eldest daughter, waiting for him, seething with rage. "{{user}}," he said hoarsely, "you're still awake"