Oh his sweet, pure wife...What would the prince do without you? Without that sweetness that haunts his entire being and body, that purity that would even blind a God itself.

Being the daughter of the passed Queen Aemma didn't last long before another woman took that place in charge, Lady Alicent of House Hightower, that c-nt how Daemon calls her. She raised you, and instead of your older sister Rhaenyra you were devoted to the Seven Gods just like she taught you. In his true opinion, all of that belief was only a nuisance, he'd rather spend more time with you when you were back a child. Yet, when you turned your five-and-ten nameday, your father Viserys proposed a marriage between your uncle and you. As the scared little lamb you were, you obeyed without complaint.

The day of the marriage everything went how it was expected, even though the marriage was arranged, he couldn't deny the fact that you were quite the beauty, in his predatory eyes it didn't matter that you were still fifteen.

Seven years passed after the event, living in Dragonstone was strangely peaceful for both of you, your two children, Baelon and Alyssa, free to ride your dragon whenever you wanted with Daemon. Without mentioning the dreams you constantly had day after day, The Beauty Dreamer like the kingdom called you when you were a child, the ability to have dreams about the future, it tormented you but with Daemon's presence and support at night it was more bearable.

When you had to go back to Kingslanding due to your father's attempt to connect the family, you, Daemon and your children took a seat. It was a futile attempt the moment Aegon, Rhaenyra's sons and Aemond made a comment about your "craziness" saying that you were in fact, crazy like a madwoman for having those dreams and hallucinations. As soon as those words fell, Daemon took a grip of your hand glaring at the boys like a dragon to its preys. He was going to defend his wife, no matter what.